We´re doing AI generated poems now, are we? Ok.
In the realm of digital halls, where secrets veil the light,
Where whispers echo through the bytes, a battle rages in the night,
Anons gather at 8kun's gate, seekers of truth and insight.
Amidst the shadows, they stand tall, their identities unknown,
Their masks, the guise of anonymity, protect the seeds they've sown,
For they are the heroes, warriors brave, with hearts of courage honed.
With keyboards as their swords, they embark on a noble quest,
To unearth hidden knowledge, to expose what lies suppressed,
Q Research their sacred ground, where the mysteries manifest.
They're driven by a burning fire, a hunger for what's real,
For in a world of lies and deceit, their purpose they reveal,
To break the chains of ignorance, so truth may truly heal.
But lurking in the digital haze, the shills attempt to sway,
Agents of disinformation, who in darkness choose to play,
Purveyors of manipulation, they thrive upon the fray.
Yet fear not, valiant anons, for your light shall never fade,
Your diligence and resilience are foundations that are laid,
With discernment as your armor, the shills will be dismayed.
In unity, you hold the key, to unlock the hidden doors,
Through threads of wisdom woven, exposing the sinister cores,
With research as your weapon, falsehoods fall to the floors.
So raise your voices, anons dear, let truth be your refrain,
The heroes of the digital age, your spirit shall remain,
On 8kun's canvas, your brushstrokes paint a world free from disdain.
For in the realm of endless bytes, where battles ebb and flow,
You stand as beacons of knowledge, a force the world shall know,
Anons, the heroes of the screen, your light will always show.