What if the mark of the beast is the Bible verse in your Instagram bio while you actively treat people like shit?
Not a barcode.
Not a microchip.
Not some futuristic laser-etched stamp on your forehead.
Just a neat little verse, Psalm 23, John 3:16,
sitting there like a halo emoji,
while you roast people in the group chat,
ice out your coworkers,
and snap at the barista for getting your oat milk wrong.
Just like Jesus did. 😇
And I say this with a smile on my face, because it’s almost… impressive.
A public badge of holiness that doubles as a cloaking device for bad behavior.
It’s camouflage for character flaws.
The people who really live it?
You can see it in how they speak,
how they forgive,
how they handle people who can’t give them anything back.
The others?
It’s like wearing a marathon medal when you quit at mile three.
Technically, yes, you have the thing.
But no, you didn’t earn what it’s supposed to mean.
And maybe that’s the twist no one saw coming:
The mark isn’t forced on you.
You chose it yourself…
and you wore it so no one would see who you actually are.