text: When Kipling wrote, lit by the smoke of a candle
  Could he imagine other worlds?
  Googol lives of a discrete value
  Hate and love by cold counting machines
  And when I am deleted, check my backup
  There are thousands of terabytes in my confession logs
  Bots and fakes are all around – a simple algorithm
  Thanks to Charles Fourier that seems to be life
  My page is hidden, posts are deleted
  We will be togethеr in another social network
  And when I am dеleted, check my backup
  Take a look my iCloud, Im on the clouds
  There are thousands of terabytes in my confession logs
  Youll have no time to check it fully out
  BB, goodbye
  BB, goodbye
  Forevermore, forevermore
  Registration is limited to send me any invites