Come close, child, don't look away,

I've watched you scroll your soul astray.

No need for blades, or guns, or war,

Your thumb alone unlocks my door.

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You think it's harmless, you think you see,

But I weave my chains invisibly.

You feel in charge, you think you’re free,

But every tap enslaves you to me.

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I don't scream and I don't shove,

I salt your wounds with poisoned love.

I paint perfection, you think it's real,

I whisper lies you long to feel.

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You crave their praise, I feed that need,
And crown you slave to envy’s creed.

I feed your heart with hollow pride,

While truth and joy decay inside.

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TikTok, my altar, disguised as fun,

A million likes yet loved by none.

Instagram, my golden chain,

Links your worth to their acclaim.

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You post, you pose, you beg to glow,

For hearts from people, you don't know.

While strangers cheer, you’re lost in time,

It's here I blur your truth with mine.

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I shape yourself with every view,

Until you hate the God-made you.

You crop the truth and delete the grace,

Then filter out your sacred face.

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Your joy is fake, your peace on loan,

You sleep with noise but wake alone.

I've taken saints, I’ve silenced kings,

And now I feast on broken things.

 

Yet still He waits, His love still stands,

With open scars and outstretched hands.

But each delay, each scroll you send,

Pulls you further from your end.

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Keep on trending, blind your eyes,

This world is yours, until you die.

But should you turn and release my hold,

His mercy waits, just as foretold.

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But few break free, most fail to see,

How deep they’re lost inside of me.

So keep pretending, to be whole,

I'll keep my throne in your shadowed scroll.