Hallowed Be Thy Algorithm
Prayer recited to a server’s drone,
Data blessed in monotone,
Our digital lord in silicon shroud,
Heard confessions only in the crowd.No one knelt, no incense burned,
Just eyes fixed on the glow they’d earned.Forgive our scrolls, forgive our sins,
Forgive the feed that never ends.Lead us not into real thought,
Just give us dopamine, heavily wrought.
Deliver us from boredom, give us the trend,Let our envy
and rage become the blend.The kingdom is ads,
the power is views,The glory is stories forever new.Buffering the grace,
the penance is paidIn personal data, every shade.
Hallowed be thy algorithm—saint of the code,
You’ve mapped every secret, you know every node.You answer before we even call,
A god that predicts every fall.No sacred text, just update logs,
No angels, just influencers and bots.
We worship the numbers, we kneel for the views,
Confession is public, forgiveness is news.You begged for meaning,
I gave you sales,
You wanted the truth, I sold you tales.Mercy is gone, grace is spent,
Still, we pray for another percent.
We spin, we kneel, we meme, we crave,Digital saints digging digital graves.The
algorithm smiles, sharp as a knife—This is your gospel.This is your life.