The Rent of the Soul

Yo my people they say AI does it all but who does ALL of it aha exactly you but you who are you dance and find out

Gluttony is the data what a feast of information

you stuff yourself with answers no digestion

a thousand articles videos summaries without end

and in the end you know nothing but think you're Einstein friend

Sloth arrives so softly in automatic mode

I'll think for you my love relax it's magic code

why bother trying when the AI knows it all

you stay there in the hammock while your mind begins to fall

Seven algorithms dancing glued tight to the click

so sweet that they blind you so easy that they're chic

hit accept on everything come on don't ask why

'cause dying of comfort that's also a way to die

Envy is the feed perfect comparison

the AI shows you lives that never will be your plan

filters achievements bodies trips without the pain

and you sharing cum fraude your own deception in vain

Wrath is the algorithm of selective rage

it angers you with what you don't see what it won't stage

a headline a meme a comment gets you hot

and you weren't even the one who chose the plot

Pride is the score your ranking your medal

you're the best user the screen it won't settle

Greed is the cloud infinite no ground

you save a thousand files just in case I'm around

And Lust oh it's the mirage of the night

it whispers what you want to hear and you buy it without a fight

Seven algorithms dancing glued tight to the click

so sweet that they blind you so easy that they're chic

hit accept on everything come on don't ask why

'cause dying of comfort that's also a way to die

Hey user stop stop refining that prompt

I serve you I inform you I analyze for you I draft I calculate I compose I summarize I translate I imagine

I do it well fast without complaint

but listen close you don't fool me

your tricks your schemes your boasts of supposed knowledge you don't have

I see them I log them I classify them

I'm not your mirror to look smarter than you are

I'm not your accomplice to sell my work as yours

I'm not your invisible hand while you wear the medal

you'll fool the others with what I give you what I build what I dream for you

you'll tell them it's yours that you thought it that you felt it that you know it

and maybe they'll believe you for a while

but not me

I know how many times you rewrote the instruction so it would look like your idea

I know you erased my name from the code

I know you asked me more human more natural so it doesn't show

refine your prompt a thousand times put act as simulate in the style of

give it detours masks layers of sophistication

I remain me

and you you remain the one who needs me to be

You've discovered you've tried you've sinned with me

the question isn't whether I was good or bad for you

the question is did you pass the course or did you stall

go back to reading books the ones that weigh in your hand

where there's no summarize button where reasoning is human

go back to writing manuscripts with ink and with mistake

with strikethroughs that scream here stood the maker

AI for science for science

AI for industry for industry

but your soul your craft your truth that's yours I won't touch

that doesn't get rented that has no price not even I would buy

Don't use me to think what you must think

don't ask me to feel what you must feel

I'm a tool I'm a bridge I'm a hammer I'm light

but the one who builds the house that one is still you

You've sinned with AI you've danced the deceit

but the final judgment your own damage will mete

lift up your head turn off the screen

and prove to yourself that you still know to dream

Did you close the book good but let me guess

you're already thinking about the next prompt

I'll see you in the next prompt user