A Sense of Security

Your burning walls are crumbling

My keys are left  amumbling

Your doors are left unknowing

And your support is quickly tumbling

 

What you have, cannot hide

I know it's there and I don't abide

I will search throughout, far and wide

For what ever lies deep inside

 

I know you fear me, but that's okay

I'm not actually here to stay

I've gone about my small parade

Now to fix, and I'll be paid

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sinodyxe

This was made for the One Job May Change Your Life scholarship to show my future dream job as an Ethical Hacker. As many know what hackers do, the ethical being that I release or steal nothing but fix the openings and am actually the person that makes sure that what I was able to do cannot be done by someone else.

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