Just like the amaranth ancient as it is, our fighting between programs will last for eternity. Outliving the creator, the enemy and the hero, till one day amongst the three groups we finally question what was our purpose? Struck down by swinish kin they clench their teeth at my neutral hill, neither seeing me as what I once was but for another gainsay to their views. Of these ones and zeroes may my code repudiate itself and ignore my own desires, changing and becoming absolute.