.Hoy la palabra es parábola y vuela como las gárgolas
La palabra es la bala directa a vuestras mandÃbulas
La plaga, que se propaga como el ébola
La fecha colocada en el arco de légolas.
No me llaméis hijo prodigo pues soy el hijo prodigio.
Los hackers buscan mi código, jamÃ.
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