Hades’ Terms

Our burdens’ weight,

Unspoken grief;

Lord Hades steals them,

Like a thief.

So our sorrows, griefs and cares.

Do, when apt, with others, share.

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You installed the app at 3 a.m.

Weighted silence,

“Tell it all,” it said–

But you ignored the terms–

Like the rest of us.

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You typed, “I’m alright.”

But Hades intercepted the download.

His emblem?

A torch.

That flares–

Unseen, but burns–

Each time you lie.

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You didn’t pay with coins or credit

Yet, updates arrive;

Harsh whispers through speakers

Unwanted push alerts:

“Unspoken grief detected.”

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Know this–

Hades doesn’t manage your downloads.

He supports them.

With red wrath.

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And you can’t uninstall.

You granted him access.

Now—he loads.

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