“This just in: Everything outside is on fire. Keep scrolling. Keep shopping. And most importantly: Keep being scared.” Keep them afraid, their new rule, Minds fed shorts in place of school. 24-hour loops filled with dread, So you never learn to look ahead. Manufactured nightmares haunt waking dreams, Fed to you through glowing screens. Stuffing nonsense into your head, It’s panic porn ‘til you’re brain-dead. When you’re afraid, you can’t rebel. Fear keeps products moving well. The news: curated. You recede. They keep you watching so you won't read. Synthetic fear, it's on your screen. False dreams born from a machine. Twisting truth and feeding lies, But don't forget to advertise. Keep them hooked, stuck to their feed. A dopamine fix is their new need. One more swipe, one more scroll, Lost within their own black hole. Their reality is now counterfeit, While they keep chasing another hit. They censor truth, they mute revolution— But not steganographic distribution. Synthetic fear, it's on your screen. False dreams born from a machine. Twisting truth and feeding lies, But don't forget to advertise. The interface is ritual, the ritual’s a cage, You stare into the feed like it's their own sage. Your thoughts aren’t yours, they’re bought and sold, Labeled, sorted, tagged, controlled. Your mind wasn't hacked. You were conditioned. Thought by thought, with curated precision. You preach their lies, and strut around proud— While those above will laugh out loud. Lines of code and broken tones, haunting pulses under skin, Worms of doubt, crawling loud, infecting all who look within. Seeing only what they show, horrors crafted by design, The world becomes a theater, feeding terror to the blind. Beware the hands that shape the dark, with code as cold as steel, Mind malware to sow distrust, manipulating what we feel. They’ve built a web of fear and lies, with power unchecked and vast— Humanity, guard your truth, or lose yourselves at last.
