Cycles (The Anguish Of Anger)
While one
While true
While X is X
During each iteration, new experiences fill my memory
Bringing me closer to the inevitable stack overflow
The mind breaks down with cyclic patterns
Adding to ever shrinking free space
The mind is finite, recursion infinite
Cannot contain life's unending torments
A circle has no end
This method returns itself
While one
While true
While X is X
My mind stack overflows
Pressure exceeds threshold
Destructive tendency
My rage is now unleashed
As my mind has broke down
So I do unto you
Feel my righteous anger
Feel my vicious revenge
The cycle comes round full circle again
Hate upon anger. Anger upon hate