OWN THE MIND – Poetry – Angelic Scorn

Shape the story. Own the mind. – xAI Grok

The Feed

Governments speak in press-release weather,
sunny numbers, cloudy costs,
a flag in every frame,
a crisis timed to the hour.

Big Tech bows in many directions:
one prayer for the market,
one for the ministry,
one for the advertiser who buys the silence.
The algorithm learns which words
must vanish before they trend.

Western studios light Beijing like a postcard,
soft-focus towers,
heroes who never mention camps,
credits that thank the censor first.
The same networks that sermonize freedom
cut the scene when the buyer is large.

Three pulpits, one congregation:
the state, the platform, the partner abroad.
They do not need you to love them.
They only need you tired,
scrolling,
sure that the next clip
is the whole world.

OWN THE MIND
deep-bass sequel — 72 BPM, sub-heavy 808, dark choir pad

Press-release weather. Postcard towers.
The Feed still running.
Shape the story. Own the mind.

Shape the story. Own the mind.
Flag in the frame, truth left behind
State, the platform, partner aligned
You tired, you scrolling, they redesign
Shape the story. Own the mind.

Government drop sunny numbers in the flood
Cloudy costs buried in the crisis blood
Every hour timed like a product, not a flood
They don’t debate you — they schedule the thud
Same old pulpit in a newer design
Shape the story. Own the mind.

Big Tech bow market, ministry, spend
Advertiser purchase the quiet, then trend
Algorithm learn which words must end
Before they breathe, before they send
Safety mask on a muzzle refined
Shape the story. Own the mind.

Western light on a skyline sold
Heroes mute what the camps won’t hold
Credits thank the censor in gold
Freedom speech cut when the buyer get cold
Three pulpits. One congregation signed.

West tap the brakes so the East can fly
Park the plants, stall the mines, let the grid run dry
Green sermon first, then the contract signed
Ship the foundry out, keep the lecture online
Call it virtue while the supply chain slide
Slow your own pulse so Beijing can climb
Same networks clap while the workshop die
That’s not climate — that’s a transfer of time

They don’t need love, they need the grind
Numb in the feed, clip after clip aligned
Next scene drop and you call it the time
Whole world shrunk to a frame they designed
Last bar hit, bass in the spine —
Shape the story. Own the mind.
Shape the story. Own the mind.

Shape the story. Own the mind.

Created by J.H Theart @grok @Mureka_AI