[UnbornBuddha]

Every day Max put on his suit and tie
Trying his best to look alive.
Distilled rye in the morning to soothe his mind.
Smiling during the day time, but into the night
He’ll lock himself in the bathroom and unwind
Turning on the faucet before screaming in anguish.
Starting at 9pm sharp began an evening of madness
Searing head stabs radiating to his trigeminal nerve
Insufferable energy bursts with no medical cure.
Helplessly whimpering huddled on the tile floor
Trying to endure once more the violent storm
Raging and shocking him in his temporal lobes.
It just kept getting more intense in its tone
And it felt like his head would explode.
He lay there prone. Experiencing a major depressive episode,
Quickly losing every sense of control - man thinks he holds.

After the fourth or fifth consecutive Verapamil dose
He reached his threshold. His breaking point.
In his despair he began to hear this faceless voice:
Who told him to log into his laptop and explore.
Aching from his joints he managed to log on and absorb
The details that will lead him down the rabbit hole.
And on that night the greatest hacker was born
Because a little unknown voice hacked his soul.
From there on, what unfolded was preprogrammed to show.
Max penetrated the deepest recesses of the cyber net
Decoding encryptions from messages and private texts
Intercepting Intel from the minds that drive society’s debt;
Sallie Mae’s student loan plans weren’t designed for success
But to possess every measly dime of our checks
Capitalizing on our desires and obsessions
As consumer data is sold to the advertiser profession.

Max’s psyche continued to decide his next step
Guiding him on his heart-wrenching nights of distress.
Infiltrating the microstructure of the spider’s web
Conceptualizing the ultimate software virus in his head
Yet his brain felt it manifested as encephalitis instead.
Living off Tylenol, hacking .GOV proxy and firewalls,
Wired up and paranoid every time someone called.
No one believed it when everything came to a halt.
Some wolves couldn’t even face it at all
Preferring to die. The sheep blamed it on God,
The scapegoat of our faults.
No one would believe - this man in constant pain was the cause.