Code of Contempt

Emboldened by whispers, echoes curdled in algorithmic rot— electronic voices hiss their sermons, venom soaked in coded politeness, dripping beneath polished avatars. Hate seeps through curated feeds, a slow infection wrapped in memes, seducing the young, the angry, the aimless— until ideology feels like identity. A curriculum of fear streamed without consent, etched into abandoned timelines, where education once should have stood. Now, only digital ruins remain— barren soil where thought might have grown. This isn’t chaos. It’s code. Written to polarize, to radicalize, to dehumanize. They teach with silence, they preach with fragments, they baptize with blame. Their design is surgical— not to inform, but to fester. Not to question, but to conquer. To crown the cruel and cast the rest as fuel.