Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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O Lord of hearts and hidden intentions,
guide me through this masquerade
of glowing screens and secret messages.
Teach me that every profile is a mask,
every flattering word may hide a trap,
every sudden romance can be a carefully baited hook.
Grant me the wisdom to charm without deceiving,
to connect without exploiting,
to guard my own heart and data
as carefully as I would guard another’s trust.
Let my passwords be more faithful than fleeting vows,
my privacy settings higher than my impulses,
my promises online as sincere as those whispered in person.
Protect me from scammers dressed as lovers,
from catfish in borrowed faces,
from my own vanity when admiration comes too quickly.
And help me steward this digital dance
so that affection does not become addiction,
curiosity does not become carelessness,
and every message I send carries respect,
not regret.
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williamacton.legalshieldassociate.com
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