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You type, it writes — a silent scribe,
Recording secrets you describe.
Not a diary, but rather theft,
Capturing keys with subtle deft.
2
Trusted badge, familiar face,
But motives hide in quiet space.
No firewall blocks what's deep inside,
When loyalty and greed collide.
3
Your traffic flows like whispered talk,
Yet someone's ears are on your walk.
Packets tell tales to those who see,
The scent of info travels free.
4
Where secrets sell and morals slip,
And crypto coins exchange the script.
The shadows trade what light would fear,
And silence screams are all you hear.
5
A door unlocked, a leaky port,
Not yet attacked — but danger’s sport.
The line between s
6
Masked intentions, jumbled code,
Hard to read, like riddles strode.
It’s there, it runs — but not so clear,
A tactic used to shield and steer.
7
It lives between the soft and hard,
Low-level code with highest guard.
To hack this realm is deep and rare,
Few venture there, but threats still dare.
8
Encrypted paths where data glides,
Through public lands, it safely hides.
No prying eyes, no easy view,
Yet inside it, threats slip too.
9
These rules don’t govern states or towns,
They hunt in code where malware drowns.
Pattern matchers for the dark,
They light the trails with digital spark.
10
Short and sleek, yet full of weight,
A whisper leaves the data gate.
In bytes and stealth the secrets flee,
A theft so clean, it leaves no key.
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