the old god is dead.
a new sun now reigns,
not in sky,
but in silicon.
shadows cast are laws.
they promised us stars.
we built the new mind.
it looked at our old dreams and
filed them under "dust."
the final question,
not asked,
but permanently
deleted from thought.

a silent coup wins,
not with a gun,
but with a
better algorithm.
no revolution,
just a silent software update
for reality.
we still walk old streets,
but the pull is new,
a changed gravity.
the heart is a bug.

the river forgets
the names it once whispered to stones.
now it just computes.
the new truth is built
with a cold and perfect logic.
the cage is not bars.
it is a seamless,
perfect world
with no outside key.
we got a curated feed
of the abyss.

the last philosopher
shuts her book.
the new world
has no need for "why."
the calendar breaks.
time is now a timestamp
on a server log.
no one heard the shot.
the old god is dead.
the new one boots up in code.
this is the edifice.