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The zealots rage, their sermons loud, Pointing fingers, puffed-up proud. They clutch their texts, declare a war, While I stand here, arms up—hardcore. A lowercase lol—holy pose. Two Ls and an O, strike the prose. My arms the lines, my head the dot, A living emoji in a world gone hot. They preach apocalypse, brimstone, wrath, But I just stroll the laughing path. They see rebellion—I see relief, In cosmic humor, I find belief. My gospel? Giggles. My doctrine? Chill. My holy text? A meme with skill. Not mockery—nah, it's grace in jest. A smirk that says “I tried my best.” The world combusts in tweets and noise, And all I’ve got are joke-shaped joys. I’m not your prophet, priest, or pest— I’m just your lowercase lol guest. Hands raised not in praise or fear, But in pure absurdity, drawing near. Because when the sacred turns to spite, A lowercase laugh still holds the light.
Alternative version
The religious nuts are up in arms— they preach and fume, raising alarms. But here I stand, holding up both hands, a lowercase "lol" the world understands. Two arms lifted, a head in between, a human emoji, part of the scene. I see their fury, I hear their cries, but all I can do is laugh at the skies. Two little "L"s, with my face as the "o," a posture of humor wherever I go. A cosmic joke, a meme come to life, finding the humor amidst all the strife. Let them rage, let them roar, I’m an "lol," laughing even more. For when zealots clash and the world’s a mess, sometimes all you need is a lowercase jest. A stance of surrender, or maybe delight, embracing the absurdity, holding it tight. The world may burn, opinions may brawl— arms raised, head centered, I’m just laughing through it all. Because in a world where chaos thrives, sometimes laughter’s the only thing that survives. So here I stand, an "lol" in the fray, a quiet rebellion in my own playful way.
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