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L1F3 = 0n|1n3
By Dominick Cortes

Life stars with its flicking and fluttering lights
Errors always make perfect,
It shivers around and screeches
And thus, we are active.

Freshly off the belt, it starts going for programming
Anything can alter different applications and programs,
The sponge just absorbs even actions,
What pressing affect does it have later on this software

Finally, after alloted time, it's ready to observe outside the walls,
It prepares for its depart with wings fully spread
The first understandance of either freedom or fear,
The first experience with failure

Older models train and design the younger models
They are suppose to be the logical follow, no others.
Most are as others are the interference with programming
What negative effect shall this have on this software.

As time, a integer that is far out the equation,
It slowly develops responsibility & contemplation
The program, if found no error, stays unperfected
But, shall it find its errors, it shall erase and anew

Wars against former circuits that once lead it.
It believes in its application to survive on it's own
It wants security & privatize
It wants the world and the sky itself

As it upgrades, confirmation on error is harder,
To alter circuits might blow more than just a fuse
Programs don't just deleted, they are harder than that
Feelings and personality programs are cucumber some mhh?

The software syncs with the never-ending force,
It stays online, freely to browse through the web.
Viruses and Ads spam the joy of innocence.
And its interference with online and with programming.

The viruses aren't here to destroy the software
It's to test it, sorts the weak and the strong
The spams and the legit,
Online is a fight for survivor

Soon...It grows it's own products
It must now show the circuits and wires
Warn and teach the new as it fades to decay
A legacy built in stone.

Finally, rust begins to tear down it
It fades away, no lights left
One last look of the Online...and it fades away

But... even though it maybe on the bottom of the Junk Yard,
There's still a faint noise... coming from it.
Thus Life... never ends.