We know who you are,
and we know what you’ve done,
Soon the others will too.
But you’re too dense to slither away
Before exposure comes to you.
You’re role playing a game you can’t win
No bots can cultivate fame
You have failed to gauge our skill set dear
We too can release social pain.
Consider this a merciful warning,
The court of public opinion, is real
Soon you will become constricted
In a way, even evil can feel~
(Metaphorical Archetypes from my Garden of Eden Collection)