Ode 2 DOS

DOS you were my home
mildew growing on the ceiling 
the games i treasured you hid well
i found them with a command spell

then towers rose
above my dungeon
was too weak
to fight the engine

windows made of diamantine
sunlight blowing through
no grass, no dust
just sterile lust
a galvanizing noon

above my home
gates stood,
nonplussed
over everything, everyone he had crushed

and home was not the same
everything was a game

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