I met a programmer of an antique tongue
Who said: A vast, maintainerless pile of code
Lies in GitHub. All around it flung
Half-finished branches where development slowed,
And READMEs full of bombast, heralding features
Tell that its authors once with passion toiled
Without release, their hearts chained to their object,
Until their hearts gave out, their ardor spoiled:
And in the manual these words appear:
“My name is Fossymandias, the Greatest Project:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
No further boasts were heard from the engineers
Of that colossal wreck. Boundless and bare
The empty commit log stretches countless years.

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