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Dreadful Dreams
Dear Loser,
From Anonymous.
Some are born to hate.
Some are bred
within the plastic box.
Technology-based concealment
reveals quarrels
with those they’ve never seen.
Manifested as wild wrath,
to harsh anger,
to burdening rage.
IP addresses camouflaged,
a deep plague immersing
a frightful army
of copper wires, fingers,
facelessness.
An audience of watchers,
set mute,
a great bargain of entertainment
with no good sights.
The anguished apprehension
of targeted prey,
really worthy of charity.
Target’s bewilderment dreamed
in the nightmare
of tears wrung.
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