Unbecoming

 Erase the trace, the face, the place, 

And all that's left is empty space. 

A spark denied, a lesson deferred, 

The future burns in ignorance blurred.

A hollow choir of sameness sounds, 

And progress dies where loss abounds.

Excellence said come experience

 

Follower's folly

 They chant his name, they sing his praise,

In blind devotion, through hazy days.

Each dollar spent, a fervent rite,

To bask in glory, his reflected light.

A puppet's dance, a hollow creed,

Where blind belief fulfills a leader's need.

Soul them is intangible

 

Sole process

 Soul or sole what keeps you grounded,

Faith or friction?

Holy or wholly what fills the void,

Divine sparks or data noise?

The algorithm calls, righteous one

Is its echo grace or blasphemy?

I cruel them greater

 

Shape me innocent frailty