REBOOT HUMANITY (SYSTEM FAILED)
Silhouettes gather on splintered streets, halos unraveling in needlepoint light,
Currency of suffering folded beneath the frayed collar,
a coat stitched from blight.Pastors go viral,
liturgies streamed to screens—each doctrine a branded scroll,
Psalms rewritten as dopamine prayers, confession monetized,
addiction the toll.Scripture exchanged for algorithms,
sponsorship signed in virtual ink,
While a veteran’s limbs are left in sand—now war is a sermon,
faith on the brink.A billboard burns gratitude into midnight,
pyres of “service” on neon display,
Gunpowder ghosts dream in static,
barbed-wire thrones where memories fray.No angel ascends
from the sodium mist—data is king, marrow is leased,
Hope’s domain auctioned to satellites,
a soul’s inheritance slowly deceased.System failed—initiate reboot,
but the prompt demands more than blood or bone,
Keys click, code weeps, algorithms knot in the cortex,
dreaming alone.We bartered the sky for orbiting eyes,
renamed the hunger as market’s delight,
No sanctuary—this system cannot load, this version of man is denied the right.
Beneath neon halos, proxies of pleasure pose—digital saints, OnlyFans crowned,
Trauma is currency, rents are paid in sequined chains,
flesh in high-res renowned.Children thread memes through hungry silence,
beads on a rosary coded for shame,
Mothers parse content from context, grieving the algorithm,
naming the blame.Ceilings collapse in subsidized
silence—Section 8 echoes with flickering screens,
Rubble is staged for 4K confession,
captions translate the violence in seams.No cavalry comes,
just the parade of outrage—retweets accrue, mercy denied,
Disaster reframed as a trending genre, grief performed,
dignity tried.Salvation auctions itself in short loops—nothing is rescued,
only reviewed,
Memory becomes digital artifact, hearts reduced to pixels,
pain construed.System failed—souls missing, progress buffering,
redemption left pending,
Mapped every vein of Venus, abandoned the veins beneath bridges bending.This
system of man—obsolete, corrupt, hope’s circuitry cracked and offending.
On towers of marble, warlords recline in pinstripes, power laundered in glass,
Drones sing psalms over distant villages—Wi-Fi baptized,
no faces to pass.A single command—sanitized cleansing,
villages gone with a keystroke decree,
Numbers replace names, the military green as blind as machinery can be.The
hunger line loops around storefronts shimmering with luxury brands,
Bread rationed for poor, gold filtered for followers,
riches for idle hands.A slogan in the gutter—“Rise
up”—as the boots themselves dissolve in the mud,
Cities cannibalize their young,
each evolution written in poverty’s blood.Empathy bankrupt, a relic for auction,
the future’s collateral signed in defeat,
Children wired for survival, trading compassion for a chance in the elite.If
Eden were code, its root is corrupted—virus in longing, error in seed,
The forbidden fruit rebranded as product, viral contagion recast as need.Abort,
retry, fail—commands looped in a world receding,
Salvation decommissioned, only the numbness succeeding.
System failed—reboot denied, the machine exhales its final report,
We bled for progress, left empty and silent,
circuits short.Hope is a warning—buffering endlessly, spinning in low,
There is no backup, no ghost to recall what we let go.Status: humanity lost,
system breath uploaded slow,
Legacy cached in haunted servers, extinction coded below.Final process hung,
future unresolved,
System failed—final breath not absolved.