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Literature
Clickbait Apocalypse I watched the brightest souls of every generationdevoured by viral gods,scrolling to oblivion,eyes fixed on the flicker of false prophets,algorithms singing hallelujah to their empty hymns,click here! click there! a million heartspumping dopamine down neon wires,enslaved to the flick of a thumb.
They sold us lies wrapped in gold,disguised as truth,easy to swallow,but hard to spit out once it takes root in your gut,growing into vines that choke thought,ensnare spirit,make you forget your own voiceas the screen whispers its commandments.
I saw the scrollers,silent armies plugged in,thoughts dissolved into memes,emotions carved into hashtags,the soul turned into a data point—exploited,click-driven,machine-fed.
But we stand here, brothers, sisters, seekers,beyond the electric hum,calling out from the void—“No! We will not bow to your pixelated kings,your viral dreams spun from sugar and air.”We rise up with bleeding hearts,authenticity dripping from our mouths,we spit deep thought into
