Tribute to Former Agent Smith
Slick
black pants, haunting eyes, quick reflexes and brilliant
mind,
Unknown beginnings
and a watery end,
Clenched fist to clenched fist,
Fighting for
a purpose that you do not understand,
It
is inevitable,
Human,Virus and
Program,
Thats what you are,
Don't fight it...accept it
Lost,
alone, unknowing, frighten and confusion,
Parts of your hidden
humanity buried deep,
Deep in those two baby blues,
Not all
hoped for the so called 'One',
Not
all wanted the human to win,
Not I and not countless others,
We
are the willing army,
You are our 'One'
Mr.
Anderson would have aged and withered but
you saw to that,
In a sense we are free
but we have paid a great price,
We have gotten freedom but at the
cost of losing you,
Former Agent Smith