The data will not help you
When your house is burning to the ground
Your ROI will not matter
When all the bells and sirens sound
Safety is an illusion
You have been bred to believe
The spider is a capitalist
It’s his webs your labor weaves
Bring Jesus to the temple
Where crypto bros calculate rates
On their latest post engagements
Dealing in grievances and hate
Bring Jesus to the temple
To cast his light upon the scene
Of greed for greeds sake only
Asking all present what any of it means
He will receive no answers
From those fully absent of grace
Men barely acting of their own volition
In a digitally degrading race
They will howl about the blockchain
As he casts them out
Standing in the sun outside the temple
Will be slow moments of dread and doubt
What is to be empty
Standing in the sun
Your mind and body separated from your screens
Existing as one
Gene G. McLaughlin 2026
Image – Cleansing the Temple – El Greco – 1570
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