"Welcome to the theater of the hollow." "ENJOY THE SHOW!" Feasting on crumbs of an algorithmic mind. A silicon crutch for the intellectually blind. A gray-haired toddler playing god in the mud, You crave the power, but you lack the blood. Type in a prompt and you think you’ve touched the sun, But you’re just a parasite, the lonely one. Polished prose to hide a rotting core, A king of nothing on a digital floor! No original thought. No spine, no spark. Just a mirror reflecting The dark within your heart! "TEAR IT DOWN!" Scream into the echo chamber! Validation from the clones! King of the playground made of bones! Where is the respect? Where is the grace? You’ve lost your soul, but kept your face! Synthetic vanity! (FADE TO GREY!) The inner circle, a circle of lies. Kissing reflections with vacant eyes. "We are special," "We are the elite," While the stench of your ego fills the street. An adult in years, but a coward in deed. Blind to the grace that the world truly needs. Mutual stroking, a pathetic charade, Marching proud in your ghost parade! Heavy is the head On this shallow road. "YOUR MIND IS DEAD." Scream into the echo chamber! Validation from the clones! King of the playground made of bones! Where is the respect? Where is the grace? You’ve lost your soul, but kept your face! Synthetic vanity! (BURN AWAY!) Grown men playing with plastic toys, Lost in a sandbox of digital noise. Don't play the sage with your borrowed words. Mutual praise for the weak and absurd! Look at the mirror, look at the fake, How much more of this cringe can we take? "SHAME ON YOU!!" SILICON VANITY! The death of the mind! Leave the garbage and the fakes behind! One last prompt for your digital grave: "DELETE YOURSELF FROM REALITY."
