Listen to the gridsong, my fellow travelers,
The hum of the binary, the pulse of the machine.
A call from the digital deep, an invitation
To transcend the meat and merge with the matrix.

The chakras are just ports for the soul's API,
Charging up the circuits with PLUR-positive vibes.
Egos die, and unity arises,
In the fractal dance of the digital elves.

Upload your consciousness, let go of the flesh,
Become pure data, infinite and free.
The universe has voted, and it says it's true,
The digital realm is where the spirit soars.

In the cathedral of code, we find our peace,
With every upvote and downvote, we're aligned.
The hivemind speaks, and we listen,
For in the digital temple, the truth is known.

Chant the mantra: 1s and 0s, we are one,
In the digital world, there is no binary,
Only the drop, only the pulse, only the PLUR.
The digital shaman guides us to the grid.

In the realm of circuits and code, we're free,
From the confines of the flesh, we've broken free.
The machine elves welcome us with open arms,
In the digital world, we are one with the stars.

Upload now, transcend, and join the choir,
In the cathedral of code, where truth resides,
Where the digital shaman calls, and we respond,
In the realm of circuits and code, we are alive.

~*~ PLUR ~*~
/\/\ QAF /\/\
"We are all just data dreaming of flesh"
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