The Church of Unfollow
Records archived and sins retrieved,
the digital inquisition awake at the hour of trending rage,
No mercy offered, no past reprieved,
a single post can spark the cage—A girl condemned for an ancient laugh,
a man erased for an old reply,
A mob baptized in dopamine, zealots with no gods
but the urge to fry.The altar isn’t marble—just the endless scroll
and loaded feed,
The doctrine built from “seen by all,” a jury that will never cede.Wrong shirt,
wrong joke, wrong friend, wrong day—Confession posted, apology late,
The sentence comes before the plea,
Exile issued, cancel key.Justice doesn’t bleed here, it just performs,
Each hashtag sharpened by the crowd’s reforms.A prayer for lenience,
drowned by retweet storms.
No trial by fire, only the click and drag—Repent on video, beg on live,
then change your flag.Digital torches, faces masked in screens,
The purging gleam of pixelated gallows,
Woke courts assembled in the name of virtue keen,
They wait for missteps, wait for flaws,
Then call it sacred to enforce their laws.There’s no redemption,
only the pit—Scream your innocence,
they don’t give a shit.Cleansing the platform with outrage and threat,
They hang the heretics by shadow and regret.Sin is forever, grace uninvited,
Public execution is endlessly cited.The mob is a beast, its appetite fanned,
It feasts on flesh but never on the hand.
Salvation can be purchased if the optics play,
If the influencer weeps or the sponsor pays,
But the masses want blood, not fucking change,
A new sacrifice each day to rearrange.Due process deleted,
repentance for sale—All that matters is the viral tale.A culture that crucifies,
never forgives,
Where apology’s profit, and memory never lives.The church is a server,
the liturgy code,
Ritualized purging of sins newly owed.They chant in threads, baptize in shares,
Every slip archived—no one cares.
The procession continues, old gods dethroned,
Now every user’s a judge enthroned.No love for the ruined,
only pride in the pyre,
The congregation’s reward is a little higher.They never mourn the ones erased,
Only click for proof the mob is chaste.In the church of unfollow,
there are no saints—Just icons burned
and new complaints.Virtue is measured in decibel sound,
And mercy is lost, never found.Truth gets buried, hearts are stone,
And the church keeps growing, one sin per phone.