Firewall To Hell

Red light blinking — target locked,
Guns are keys, and ports are knocked.
Raise the banner, bring the shell,
We’re marching through this firewall to hell.

Payloads sharpened, crafted neat,
Smuggled in through every beat.
Stack overflow, they can’t repel —
We carve our name in every cell.

Burn their gates, melt their core,
We’re the breach they can’t ignore.
From the dark, we break the spell,
Marching through the firewall to hell!

Code detonation, clean and pure,
Their last defense won’t endure.
Chains reversed, the route is clear,
They hear us coming, feel the fear.

Burn their gates, melt their core,
We’re the breach they can’t ignore.
From the dark, we break the spell,
Marching through the firewall to hell!

Silence in the datastream.
No mercy.
No patch.
No time.
We ride the buffer like a beast —
CTF is war… in rhyme.

Hell was built on port 443 —
We own the root. We set it free.