The serpent has a feed now.
He’s rebranded.
No longer slithering through gardens —
he scrolls through screens.
He doesn’t offer apples anymore —
he offers dopamine.
He doesn’t hiss in the trees —
he whispers through influencers.
Through algorithmic trends.
Through addictive loops of lust and envy and shame.
But his message hasn’t changed:
“Did God really say…?”
He still sows doubt.
Still twists truth.
Still gets you to click on death dressed in sparkle.
You don’t need to eat the fruit anymore.
You just need to watch the reel.
You just need to let it autoplay.
Just need to “follow for more.”
Just need to keep scrolling when your spirit said STOP.
The snake isn’t hiding.
He’s verified.
He’s viral.
And he knows exactly how to disguise poison in polish.
But you don’t have to follow him.
You can hit unfollow.
You can shut the screen.
You can choose to scroll with purpose — or not at all.
Because here’s the truth:
Every follow shapes your future.
Every scroll disciples your soul.
Every tap is an act of worship —
either toward the Lamb
or toward the liar.
Unfollow the snake.
Follow the Shepherd.
Scroll Sealed,
—The Savage Witness