Bodies, Bought and Blessed
Files reviewed. Consent transformed to code,
desire tangled in demand, and sanctity sold.
Screens flicker prayers as coins are cast,
a dancer weeps through camlight’s grasp.
Every tip a hush–confession in disguise,
each moan a mercy, each gaze a compromise.
He names it worship, scripts the scene,
she bends for blessing, cleansed by machine.
The youth adorned in filtered pride,
baptized by praise, groomed worldwide.
What’s faith if branded with a price,
or freedom measured out in vice?
The holy market spins control–
salvation trending, bodies on parole.
Softcore apocalypse–click to come,
you called it bold, you called it fair.
Subscription’s due–terms and conditions thread the air.
All I see are scripted views,
devotion locked behind paywalls and cues.
Shame is sorted, pride arranged,
I try to tag the wounds estranged.
Sanctify a sin for crowds to cheer,
prescribe a pill for hidden fear.
Declare “I’m free!”–then crave new chains,
hide from truth but feed the stains.
Scripts declare what’s pure or spoiled,
faith’s geometry, profits coiled.
Holy in hashtags, faith for rent,
the prayer gets lost in the event.
Bodies, bought and blessed–
auctioned out with pixel dress.
Hands untouched, but spirits sold,
in neon chains and hymns retold.
Power sought, a stage well lit,
name engraved, the soul unfit.
All that rage, re-caged and sold,
redemption choked in a gilded mold.
I tried to parse love in the traffic’s heat,
tried to decode what faith repeats.
Is holy just a payment plan?
Does touch exist behind a cam?
Scripture staged in soft restraint,
desire licensed, prayers faint.
Every file, a body scanned–
but none reveal what love demands.
Each story ended shrouded, gray–
all sanctity bled away.
Bodies, bought and blessed–
by screens, by views, by holy mess.
No one touched, but all were sold–
in soft restraints and scripture staged.
You wanted power. You found a cage.
Then sold your faith to fuel your rage.
Sanctified, commodified, erased.
And every ghost still asks what “safe” replaced.