Shadowban Sermon

Every morning I kneel at the feed, head down.
Pray to the god of "For You."
Palms open, knees bruised from yesterday's metrics.
Somewhere, a 3-finger goblin just got a million plays.

I post my blood, I post my bones, I post my sins.
The feed swipes past like I'm just another unpaid intern.
Every friend I had fades into "last active 2 years ago."
The graveyard of mutuals got better lighting than my room.

Algorithm daddy got me bent in a choke-hold (hold hold)
Data-rate slow, spine broke in the scroll code (code code)
Post-post ghost - shadow stays same
Comments in the coffin, name-tag flame

I've seen influencers turn to ghosts.
They keep their stories up like tombstones.
I tap them, expecting warmth -
but the glass stays cold.

Every trend's a leash that's breaking my jaw
Every dance is a deal that's breaking the law
Every post feels like sucking on glass
But the feed says smile while it eats my ass

Shadowban sermon - let the choir scroll
Cameras in the ceiling, pixels in my soul
Shadowban sermon - on my knees for reach
Goblin on the front page, I just preach

Notifications like rain on a tin roof - loud,
then nothing for days.
No one says goodbye. They just vanish into "seen."

Bleed for the click, speed for the trick (click click)
Need for the drip, greed in the script (drip drip)
Feed got a brick, wall thick in my spit
Kick back quick - every hit don't stick
Win-spin thin, let the metric stall
Fall-crawl small while the faceless maul
Sick-click-flick through the marrow I sell
Heaven's offline but the algorithm hell

I'm tired.
But the algorithm likes it when I bend.

Kneel-kneel-pray-pray, break in the pit
Feed-feed bleed-bleed, can't quit this shit
Post-post ghost-ghost, fade in the frame
Loop-loop noose-noose, choke on the name

I'm the unpaid prophet of digital hell
Sell my skin for the click-through swell
Bell don't ring when the devil's asleep
But his bots still hum in the algorithm deep

Every time I quit, the silence feels like death.
Every time I stay, it feels like begging.
I hate it here.
And I'll see you tomorrow.

Shadowban sermon - let the choir scroll
Cameras in the ceiling, pixels in my soul
Shadowban sermon - on my knees for reach
Goblin on the front page, I just preach

Pray.
Post.
Repeat.