Demon

DemonsThey don’t wear horns in this year of light,No smoke or sulfur stains the night—They scroll beside you on your screen,With perfect teeth and eyes so clean.They dance in reels, they sing in ads,They wear your face, they mimic dads.They whisper calm in voices sweet,While stealing fire from your feet.They promise peace with every trend,But sell you wars that never end.They masquerade in data streams,And haunt the code behind your dreams.Not cloaked in shadow, not in flame,But dressed in comfort, praise, and fame.Their gospel comes through every feed,Their hunger masked as human need.They frame their lies as kind advice,Then chain your soul with their device.They say “be free,” then herd the flock—With velvet touch and ticking clock.You know them not by shape or name,But by the way they play the game.The price they ask is always small,Until you’ve nothing left at all.So guard your mind in twenty-five,Stay rooted, clear, alert, alive.The demon now is not a beast—It’s every mask that hides the feast.And when you see one, do not flee—Just say, “You’re not the boss of me.”Then walk away and hold your ground,For silence is where truth is found.~HappyKB