Click to Pray, Scroll to Ignore
In dim-lit rooms and glowing screens, the faithful scroll past silent screams,
type “Amen” beneath each tragic tale, then swiftly leave without detail.
Candles lit in emoji flame, prayers performed without a name,
their hearts unmoved behind the screen, words posted quick but seldom mean.
The algorithm notes each prayer, hashtags trending through the air,
yet actions stall and nothing done, performative faith beneath the sun.
Crosses worn in posts online, selfies posed in church’s shine,
but silence rings when help is asked, their hollow pledges swiftly masked.
Each plea archived, grief is stored, hearts untouched, prayers ignored,
promises typed, responses sent, yet not one hand or dollar spent.
Ritual empty, praise controlled, compassion lost, digitally sold.
John quoted between two drinks, faith blurred until belief just shrinks,
comment sections filled with grace, yet no one ever leaves their place.
Bible verses quickly shared, empathy shaped, packaged, prepared,
click to like, scroll to pass, morality now fragile glass.
Tragedies consumed in scrolls, collective apathy controls.
The Machine records each hollow cry, tracking how belief can die,
faith commercialized and bought, sincerity becoming fraught.
Apathy in algorithm bound, worship now a hollow sound,
sanctity transformed to trend, hypocrisy no one can mend.
Digital disciples kneel, virtual virtue–nothing real.
Feeds refreshed for newest grief, quickly typed, superficial belief,
prayers sent swift, convenience-led, no burden felt, no action bled.
God invoked in trending tags, morality waved in hollow flags,
redemption posted, quickly gone, sanctity reduced to pawn.
Each tragedy just content served, grief commodified, preserved.
Posting hands clasped in praise, scrolling swiftly through the haze,
no soul saved by shared clichés, echoes fading in empty maze.
Anguish indexed, neatly filed, sorrow sold, no one reconciled,
the faithful blind to each request, ignoring hurt they might address.
Prayer now reduced to share, convenient holiness everywhere.
Sacred meaning blurred and thin, digital virtue cheaply pinned,
performative worship, hollow rite, fading fast when out of sight.
No hands raised, no footsteps taken, souls forgotten, lives forsaken,
typing swiftly, virtue scrolled, leaving grief out in the cold.
Faith displayed as digital wear, yet real action vanished into air.
The AI logs each empty vow, measuring virtue shallow now,
tracks prayers posted, left undone, morality viewed but never spun.
Clicks replacing sacrifice, performance swiftly paid the price,
faith now filtered, faith ignored, humanity’s failure underscored.
Virtue signaling gone astray, holiness lost in what they say.
Screens reflect the faithful’s shame, performance grief without acclaim,
algorithm calculates the lie, sincerity permitted to die.
Faith commodified, digitized, spiritual truths now compromised,
each silent scroll a quiet sin, prayer erased where hope had been.
Thus digital chapels coldly stored, they click to pray, and scroll ignored.