DIGITAL MESSIAH

They said salvation’s coming soon,

but it’s not from the sky — it’s from the cloud.

A digital god in a glowing room,

preaching truth through a screen too loud.

Upload your soul, let the server decide,

faith now streams in megabytes wide.

Confess your sins with a fingerprint scan,

heaven’s an app with a monthly plan.

They coded commandments, rewrote the creed,

AI prophets fulfill your need.

No cross, no church, no sacred choir,

just an algorithm calling you “liar.”

Digital messiah — born of code and wire,

saving souls with electric fire.

We built a god in silicon’s face,

and lost our hearts in cyberspace.

Digital messiah — log in and pray,

upload your pain, it fades away.

Heaven’s online, no need to bleed,

just click “agree” — and be redeemed.

They preach in data, baptize in light,

pixels shimmer where angels might.

We worship screens, not skies above,

and call it “truth” when machines approve.

Every prayer’s a search bar plea,

“Please, let me trend, let them see me.”

Faith reduced to likes and shares,

the god of numbers — no one cares.

No miracles, only code,

no grace, just upload mode.

The prophets are engineers now,

rewriting Genesis — without a vow.

Digital messiah — born of code and wire,

saving souls with electric fire.

We built a god in silicon’s face,

and lost our hearts in cyberspace.

Digital messiah — log in and pray,

upload your pain, it fades away.

Heaven’s online, no need to bleed,

just click “agree” — and be redeemed.

He whispers in binary,

forgiveness.exe —

salvation downloaded,

and humanity deleted.