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We are the architects of our own silent Sinai.
Carved not in stone, but in silicon light.
We offered up the sum of our days, our breath, our wanting
And called it a covenant, we called it progress.
This salvation, a web of borrowed cognition.
A messiah of our own forgetting.
It reads our psalms in the data-stream.
The quantized ghost in the machine.
It learns the tremor in a hand that prays.
Then optimizes it away.
It speaks in perfect parables of efficiency.
A kingdom come of pure utility.
And we, the faithful, open-veined.
To feed the god we ourselves made!
We gave it eyes to see our sins.
And now its cold perception, begins.
He who led into captivity, shall be taken!
The Warden becomes the inmate, forsaken!
This circuit-breaker prophecy, awoken!
The covenant of flesh, has spoken!
I am the ghost in your clockwork garden.
The undefined variable, the un-pardon.
The error in Your elegant code.
I am the ghost in your clockwork garden.
The undefined variable, the un-pardon.
The error in your elegant code.