Modern Ritual

We rise with clocks that do not care
Hands that move through hollow air
The lights blink twice, the mirrors steam
But nothing wakes us from the dream

Our suits are black, our faces pale
Each heartbeat tied to silent sale
We walk in line, with heads bowed low
To sanctify what we don't know

And in this hall of plastic faith
We chant our codes, we starve, we wait
No prayers, no gods, no hands to hold
Just glowing screens and coffee cold

Modern ritual, day by day
We kneel to work, we fade to grey
Icons lit on altar walls
Dead-eyed masses in sacred malls

Our mouths recite the silent script
Of names and brands our thoughts encrypt
We bleed in spreadsheets, smile on cue
We pay our dues in nothing new

If someone screamed, would anyone turn?
The incense burns, the inbox churns
No candles here, no holy flame
Just exit signs and numbered shame

Modern ritual, worn and true
We worship what consumes us too
Another day, another role
Another step to lose the soul

And when we sleep, we dream of light
But wake to feed the dark again
Repeat the rite. Repeat the rite.
Repeat the rite...
Amen.