Digital Apocalypse

Welcome to the cathedral of broken screens,

Where everybody’s famous and nobody’s clean.

Halo made of neon, crown made of code,

Every sinner got a camera, every devil got a mode.

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The kingdom burns in high definition.

I was born in the static of a midnight feed,

Raised by algorithms teaching hunger and greed.

Mother wore a cross, father carried a gun,

Both said salvation comes when the damage is done.

Sunday morning, stained glass eyes,

Saturday night underneath black skies.

Everybody preaching through a ring light glow,

Selling heaven for a price and a promotional show.

Blood on the timeline.

Fear in the trends.

Everybody smiling while the world slowly ends.

I see angels taking selfies in the flames,

Demons collecting followers and usernames.

Every tragedy becomes a viral sensation,

Every broken soul becomes entertainment.

I hear the choir singing through the feedback hum,

Like the sound of judgment finally come.

But nobody listens when the bells start ringing,

They’re too busy watching somebody else’s ending.

Pray for likes.

Pray for views.

Pray your face survives the news.

Pray for love.

Pray for fame.

Pray somebody remembers your name.

Welcome to the digital apocalypse.

Kiss the screen with bloody fingertips.

Everybody screaming for significance,

Dancing on the edge of the abyss.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

We’re all saints in the spotlight,

Monsters in the dark.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah.

Another soul goes viral,

Another heart f