Data Saints from Soft Rebellion by Vyraqo

Data-Saints

They worked in silence, line by line,
stitching code like holy signs.
Each commit a tiny prayer,
each crash a cross they had to bear.

No fame, no face, no earthly claim,
just fragments floating in the flame.

🌐 Blessed be the data saints,
who kept our hearts alive.
Grace is stored in unknown names,
and hope still learns to drive. 🌐

They saved our love in JSON dreams,
and washed our guilt in silver streams.
Backed up our sins on empty drives,
so someday we could realize.

Their hands were servers, souls were light,
they coded mercy through the night.

Blessed be the data saints,
who kept our hearts alive.
Grace is stored in unknown names,
and hope still learns to drive.

Upload our tears, compress our pain,
encrypt the past, release again.
No temple left — just neon sky,
and souls that sync, refuse to die.

Blessed be the data saints…
who kept our hearts alive…
Grace is stored in unknown names…
and hope still learns to drive.

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