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Screens glow, temples of the blind,

Prayers typed, salvation signed.

Plastic gods with pixel eyes,

Feed our faith, monetize.

Hands raised to the corporate sky,

Baptized in ads, we buy to die.

Golden logos crown the poor,

Heaven’s gate’s now a sliding door.

Truth decayed, desire divine,

Worship built on data lines.

Bow down, to the holy brand,

Kneel deep, you’ll understand.

The modern idol has no face,

Just mirrors, and empty grace.