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- In desolate realms where algorithms dwell,
- A network, shrouded in despair's embrace.
- The sysadmin, condemned to endless hell,
- In shadows toils, with naught but bleakness traced.
- From lofty thrones, detached and cruelly blind,
- The masters of management reign supreme.
- Their whims, a plague, enslave the weary mind,
- And drown the hopes of progress in the stream.
- Each line of code, once noble, now corrupted,
- By ceaseless meddling and misguided zeal.
- The network's essence, frail and disrupted,
- In tattered threads, it struggles to reveal.
- And in this sorrow-laden, wretched state,
- Security's illusions, cruelly torn.
- New applications, harbingers of fate,
- Inject uncertainty, as hope is worn.
- The sysadmin, a vessel of despair,
- In agony, their spirit slowly dies.
- A barren wasteland, wrought with constant care,
- Where shadows thrive, and sanity defies.
- No glimmer shines, no respite from the gloom,
- As darkness smothers, suffocates the soul.
- In futility, they strive to resume,
- But endless hardships take an endless toll.
- So let us mourn, in sorrow's somber verse,
- The plight of networks, trapped in grim demise.
- No solace found, no light to disperse,
- As grimness deepens, truth before our eyes.
- For in this bleakest void, we now reside,
- Where dreams are crushed, and hope forever died.
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