poetry: come out.

The algorithm tempts the blade
As though A.I. had blood to cool
It can only circulate the celebrated
It networks the sensational
So if your call for help is not subscribed to by the server
If the proxy determines based on the substantial volume of users, and the penetration of your engagement, that no-one would really miss you
Then your echo will end
The algorithm tempts the blade
Nevermind if you’re opposed to dying, they hold the monopoly on mattering
That is until you reach outside the matrix
You stand face-to-face and talk voce a voce
Care less for notoriety
Appreciate your worth
Turn the blade on the wire
Let the Log Out click bait you
Come out like the queer kids do
Know Thyself. There is nothing else to seek.

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