Crystal Teardrops

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One shard falls from my eye
A single refraction of my soul
And glitters in the dim light
Of the blackness of my oblivion

It is the age of nonexistance
The function is complete
The empty shell discarded
The soul set loose from its chains

Its purpose is over
It has no reason to go on
And it cannot
Its freedom is a thing abhorrent

It screams in agony
Tries to go back into the shell
Wants the world back
But it cannot

And as my purpose is over
And they have no use for me
What am I to do
In this black oblivion of freedom

*	*	*

On the completion of my security project for UHD, I found out they were ditching
me in favor of lax security.

Sad, isn't it?

Tuxedo Jack (JRC)
September 24, 2002