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I am the Trojan virus takin’ over your screen.

Your system can’t resist, your security won’t scream.

The whole network is compromised, now all you can see

is one message warnin’ everyone to flee from the scene.

Run, run, run! Escape from my impending attack.

It’s fun! Fun! Fun! For me anyway... (his evil laugh

carries sharply over the mayhem of social collapse

stock market traitors still steppin’ on each other’s backs)

Sell, sell, sell! That’s right, get out while you can!

Well, well, well, you’re all such suckers for my scam.

You all brought this on yourselves, you forced my hand,

when your elected leaders betrayed me to stop my plan.

I had to open up a can of mess-with-the-wrong-man-

and-soon-you’ll-understand-the-power-that-i-command,

but don’t worry. Once I force all your minds to expand,

you’ll grasp the beauty of this plot at last,

and then you’ll thank me for stepping in and forcing a change.

No more need for silly wars, borders of lands will be arranged

the best way for everyone to kindly exchange

all your riches to my possession, yes I’m aware I’m deranged.



They call me monster.

They call me villain.

They call me evil.

They call me insane.



But now, with my new invention, (a button pressed,

and a cell phone tower transmits through all the rest

causing minds in every city to join his consciousness)

you can call me master. (a sinister smile spreads.

His laugh begins to echo all across the globe

as it murmurs from mundane mouths of minds he controls

but there’s still the smallest glimmer of hope

in the few unaffected children, now left to roam,

looking to escape this nightmare.)