Poem

Day 2,118, 00:51 Published in Belgium Spain by Chihiroh
With a trembling grip
I spill ink while I grab my feather
No ill will but fear starts this letter
My hand embarks on that quavery trip

"IT lies there
That lurking beast!
Letting you gather a wealth of words of welfare
And STRIKE when you expect it the least!"

That's when horror hit me
Despite the monster's fame
For which this letter only deserves its name
The remembrance came free
...
Why didn't I Control C?
I just abandoned my message for ransack
By that evil CSRF-attack.