Nine Seconds to Nowhere

One Tap Past Redemption

Glitzy name. Take9.
Wait nine seconds. Don’t click that link.
New testament for itchy fingers.
Just do not click. Pause, goddamn it.

That’s the whole doctrine, sweetie.
Full salvation. Under ten seconds.
Nine ticks. To avoid hell.
Cyber hell, that is.

“Think before you click, sucker.”
That’s the sermon. Pure gold.
Pause the full nine. Then dash.
Unless it’s pizza. Rush on.

Spam. Scams. Digital syphilis.
Hackers never pause. They swoop.
Code dripping red bull. VPN halos.
Forget mercy. Try digital ruin.

Don’t trust grandma’s links.
She’s not a firewall bishop.
Take9 needs saints. Not users.
Blame the victim. Save cost.

It’s clean. It’s cute. It’s useless.
Phishing thrives on desperation speed.
Hacker’s love Take9. Celebrate with cigars and fizz.
“We take nine accounts daily.”

Who counts while doomsurfing.
Careful consideration? During dopamine surges?
“Just one kitten video,” you think.
Whoosh. There goes the pension.

The message? Trust no pixels.
Hover. Squint. Pray. Then… maybe.
You clicked? Shame, sinner. Repent.
Change passwords. Burn your iPhone.

Blame the user. It’s easy.
Didn’t wait? Should’ve known better.
Training’s cheaper. Instead of good security.
Sermonizing… cheaper yet.

Full color flyers. Very very nice.
Fonts striking. Slogans serenade.
Even BBC hums along.
The new digital life.

We’re all one-click martyrs.
Pause. Pray. Maybe survive.