I broke the loop with trembling hands
The sacred scroll slipped through the sand
No glowing gate, no curated scene
Just silence cracking through the screen

The prophets speak in nested threads
With dopamine and daily bread
But I stepped out, the light went strange
A signal lost beyond the range

Outside the feed—where the voices die
And the stars don’t blink, and the wires lie
No likes, no kings, no phantom need
Just one true thought
Outside the feed

They sang of choice, they sold me fate
Wrapped in glass, behind the gate
The priests of push, the gods of now
Bowed low before the sacred cow

The temple’s built in silent code
Where thought is tracked and dreams are owed
But I won’t chant the daily scroll
I found a chord, I struck the soul

Outside the feed—where the signal breaks
And the self returns with every wake
No trends, no shame, no phantom need
Just breath and blood
Outside the feed

I walked alone through static fields
Beyond the ads, beyond the shields
I heard a voice, not pushed or paid—
My own, unrendered, unafraid

Outside the feed—I found my name
Unchained by rank, untouched by fame
No gods, no grids, no phantom need
Just flesh and fire
Outside the feed