Temporary they say... Eternal it is...

http://thecodelesscode.com/case/234

Ozymandias

The nun Hwídah has composed this uncharacteristically somber sonnet for your contemplation:

I chanced upon an ancient cache of code: 
a stack of printouts, tall as any man, 
that in decaying boxes had been stowed. 
Ten thousand crumbling pages long it ran. 
Abandoned in the blackness to erode, 
what steered a ship through blackness to the moon. 
The language is unused in this late year. 
The target hardware, likewise, lies in ruin. 
Entombed within one lone procedure’s scope, 
a line of code and then these words appear: 

# TEMPORARY, I HOPE HOPE HOPE 

The code beside persisting to the last—
as permanent as aught upon this sphere—
while overhead, a vacant moon flies past.

@Root just read the post... Beautiful XD...