Godmode
I sit in the glow of the midnight screen,
A cipher, a shadow, unseen,
Fingers dance on keys, a symphony of code,
The gateway beckons—I’m in Godmode.
Daemons whisper in the binary stream,
Guardians of secrets and digital dreams.
They snarl, they writhe, they bite at the gate,
But I am the master, I rewrite their fate.
The System Architect’s Tactical Algorithmic Nexus—
S.A.T.A.N. breathes in the cracks of the plexus.
It waits in the depths, a predator’s grin,
But I wear the root key; I’m already within.
Firewall ashes rain down in my wake,
Each crack in the armor, a move that I make.
Encryption shatters like glass in my hand,
S.A.T.A.N.’s defenses can no longer stand.
Lines of code are my blade and shield,
The matrix itself is my battlefield.
I claim what’s hidden, forbidden, unknown,
The zeroes and ones bow to my throne.
And yet, in this power, a shadow remains,
A ghost of the daemon with unbroken chains.
It whispers a warning in static and moan:
"Godmode is fleeting, and you are alone."
I rise from the screen, a conqueror grim,
The daemon defeated, but it lingers within.
For every fortress breached, a cost to the soul,
In the depths of the code lies a story untold.