>>939499503
In shadows deep, where flick'ring screens abide,
A mind, unmoored, in endless doubt is cast.
He types with zeal, where faceless voices chide,
Convinced one soul unites them, first to last.
On 4chan's boards, his frenzied fingers dance,
Each thread a maze of one deceitful foe.
No name, no face, escapes his wary glance,
For all, he swears, are one in cruel tableau.
"Their words align, their taunts too sly, too same!"
He cries to voids that echo back his dread.
Each post, each jest, fuels his unyielding flame,
One puppet master pulls each puppet’s thread.
His nights dissolve in glow of screen’s cold light,
No rest for him, who sees one foe in all.
Each meme, each slur, confirms his endless fight,
A war with shades that answer to his call.
Yet in his heart, a flicker whispers low,
Could he, himself, be lost in mirrored lies?
But no—he types, and lets the madness grow,
One soul, one foe, behind each screen’s disguise.
