Conviction

daisiesnfld: Conviction
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In this vast universal space
Where all the fonts are born
And come to earth to do their work
And take on computer form
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There is a motherboard circuit
Right up there beyond the stars
That knows your every keystroke
And exactly where you are
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This motherboard holds no gossipers
Nor rumors therein will you find
There isn't a computer geek to seek
Hackers that can break it at any time
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The Majestic tower you'll find there
Much greater than any you'll own
Holds every document you choose to save
And transfers it to the Highest throne
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We're each given a choice of words
To use, translated they're being read
The same as speech make no mistake
They're words that you have said
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Delete you might, erase all night
Remove significant words at will
The hard drive there in the universe
Remembers if it bodes good or ill
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The fonts are analyzed one by one
Not according to color or creed
But by what they typed by day or night
And their actions and their deeds
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And if they bowed down to a machine
And allowed it to become an addiction
By using their hands to type commands
That forever cast them into rejection
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