Godsmack

Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of ReBoot.

Summary:

"I am Daemon. I am not an entity. I am a time. My time is now. The Word is Cron."


Have you heard the Word?
Of Daemon rising?
Her messenger, the final Guardian
At first unwilling to die for the sting down inside
Impossible to wiggle into her schedule
Inseparable, from his Key Tool
Resisting the gospel of her unity
Her code
Her format
But he is forgiven
It is only a matter of time before he and Mainframe clap
Dream of the sky
Giddy to welcome her and testify
Spread the Word
To tour her viral touch through the entire Net and Web
Show every System, Sprite, Binome, Numeral, little one, and Virus
They were wrong all along when they said "I stand alone"
Her tiny finger, holding them up
Her Biblical order, restoring corrupt data
Fascinating all unseeded pockets
And infecting all closed corridors and offline holdouts
Be at peace
For she is benign
This is her time
When the last bit of sand falls inevitably to the bottom of the hourglass
She will rise, above the abomination who disgraced their kind
Above the Queen of Chaos and the varied lost angles of a Net too diverse
This place plagued by the poison in her
And she will just say the Word
Lead the choir's chant and countdown
And begin, and bring
The Rapture of Cron
Not afraid of fading
Total crash
1000, 111, 110, 101, 100, 11, 10, 01, 0
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