I renounced their gods

and found only other names—

Progress, Equity, Science,

crucified on their own updates.

The priests wear lab coats now,

and their incense is data.

But the sacrifice is the same:

your face,

fed to the feed.

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ANTI-PSALM

Blessed is the man

who no longer seeks

blessing.

He walks without favor,

cursed and free.

He asks no god

for permission to breathe.

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A TECHNOGNOSTIC CHANT

Your fingerprint is a prayer

you didn’t mean to say.

The orb hears it.

The mesh records it.

The machine folds it

into your double.

This is not surveillance.

It is divination

by the high priests

of code and capital.

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THE LAST HUMAN

He will not be the one

who resisted.

He will be the one

who stopped looking for

a side to resist from.

He will be silence

that remembers speech.

Ash that remembers

what it was to burn.

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UNTITLED

The truth doesn't clarify—

it grinds.

You meet yourself not in revelation,

but in what doesn't break

when everything else does.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5730862&forum_id=2...id.#48969408)