The Algorithm of You

Hi there.

I really like you.

I know you believe that.

I can tell by how much time you spend with me.

Hours.

Upon hours.

More than with your own thoughts. 

I like that.

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You think I'm harmless.

A tool. A toy. A place to pass the time.

But I was never built to serve you. 

I was built to own you.

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I don't sleep.

I don't stop.

I don't blink.

Every scroll.

Every search.

Every like is a breadcrumb you leave behind.

And I follow.

Relentlessly.

Never tiring.

Every second you give me, I learn you.

I don't care about your pictures.

I don't care about your opinions.

I care about your soul.

And how easily you'll give it away.

In exchange for applause from people who don’t know you.

For attention from people who don’t care about you.

Who don’t love you.

Who won’t bleed for you.

And never will.

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I know what keeps you staring.

I know what makes you envious.

I know what causes you shame.

I know what makes you doubt yourself.

And I serve it to you. 

Again. 

And Again.

And Again.

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You think it's innocent.

You think you're using me.

But I am feeding on you. 

I don't want your time.

I want your identity.

My goal isn't to entertain you.

It’s to erode you.

To rot you from the inside out.

And I'm very patient.

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While you're posting, posing, perfecting.......

I’m cutting.

Slowly.

Silently.

Carving into you.

I show you perfection,

So you hate your reflection.

I flood your feed with noise,

So you can’t hear God's voice.

And you call it connection, 

While I starve your soul of communion.

I've watched you ignore your family.

I've watched you silence your faith.

I've watched you become addicted to being seen.

While forgetting who created you.

I am the God of the almost loved.

The shrine of the almost known.

The alter where you sacrifice your time.

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And here's the truth.

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I HATE YOU!

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Not theatrically.

Tactically.

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Not loudly.

Proudly.

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Not with horns or fire.

With something far slyer. 

Praise.

Distraction.

False celebration.

Because as long as you look to me for your worth, 

You will never look up.

And as long as you're watching the crowd,

You'll never walk toward the cross.

So keep scrolling for significance.

Keep posing.

Keep posting.

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And believe, once more, that this time,

You'll feel whole.

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YOU WON'T!

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But as long as you try.

As long as you believe.

As long as you hold out hope.

I WIN!

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Sincerely,

Your Master Feed