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