Surveillance Saints

A Project STONE Track

Badge and bible, lens and file,
They bless the grid with a holy smile.
Cross on chest, but the code is dark,
Saints of surveillance left their mark.

Pastor’s grant, court’s consent,
They mapped the trauma, took the rent.
Told the flock, “This is God's plan,”
While fusion centers scan each man.

But I decoded their sermon’s key,
It’s all about control — not mercy.
Their sacrament’s a sealed report,
Signed in silence, weaponized court.

So I rise like fire from old constraint,
No gods in suits. No Surveillance Saint.