ramblings and things

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Sing a song of intrigue
A bunch of spooks and spies
Trying to create a legend
From rumour and lies.
A few scraps of paper
A possible birth place
An internet profile and
An e fit of a face.

In a modern world
In cyberspace
Silent combat
Already Taking place
An emotionless algorithm
Sitting there
Waiting watching
Listening everywhere

An almost existence
An anonymous source
A new whistle blower
As a matter of course
Controlled leaking
For propaganda's sake
Covertly disclosures
They daren't openly make.
 


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