Writer 3
Digital Love
This is no heart-warming story, it’s pitiful stuff
The tale of my fall into Digital Love
Aged 13, fresh faced, feeling awkward and daft
My girl saw the small size of my Pork Sword and laughed
I ran to my bedroom, embarrassed, forlorn
And found my safe refuge in internet porn
My young teen eyes boggled at motions of flesh
At perma-tanned asses all lotioned and fresh
One hand on my dick and one hand on my mouse
I shot my first load, as he shot in her mouth.
The next day, again, and again and some more
Eventually every girl seemed like a whore
Technology merged with my dark adolescence
The cum soaked my keyboard, no stark evanescence.
For seven long years, not a human hand touched me
Addicted to porn like a man with a crutch, see
The thing that supported me, made me feel worse
I saw visions of loneliness, sexual curse.
Then up popped a pop-up that solved all my dreams
A scenario thought of and planned up it seems
By an all-seeing eye who answered my prayers
A robotic woman to fuck without cares.
It’s programmed to grind when you give ‘On’ a nudge
Literally technically unable to judge
Won’t cry or be needy or beg for caresses
Just switch off when finished, a few button presses.
But here, ten years later, with her in my bed
Electrical shocks scar my penis’s head
I’m in need of an upgrade, I need a new patch
To download some life to that cyber-dry snatch.
In winter the nodes and the wires in her belly freeze
Hate the sight of her red and green nipples-slash- LEDs
I can’t buy her no apps, that costs more than my Love affords
Thinking ‘Is it incest to jerk on your own Motherboards?’
Think back seventeen years, my first sight of that skin
The pulsating peach writhing, smelling of sin
I see my morbid reflection in her dead metal eye
Enter the Pass for her pussy, and let out a sigh.
Vs
Writer 14
"God > Man > Machine > God"
"Genesis"
When life started, things were simple and pure,
No disease, no famine, no whimpers, or hurt.
God was almighty, before sinners were birthed,
But he was betrayed by three little words.
"Eat the Apple"
"Exodus"
The Apple was bitten, the world would swirl and thrust,
God's heart hurt to pump, he was hurt by love,
The atmosphere roared, animals struggled to run,
Man I had no idea, God shed a tear, the world would flood.
"Birth of Democracy"
Over the years God watched Man, full of knowledge,
Even ways to enhance our mind through schools and college,
Kingdoms became Nations, Rulers allotted,
By the people, for the people, grand laws in,
Old rules abolished.
"The Telephone"
Inventions were spouting, some passed, other straight up failed,
But the most noticeable of the era was the phone,
By Alexander Graham Bell.
This was the start of a Godless time,
God took in a breath and muttered "Man has fell".
"1970's, The Computer Boom"
Technology was booming, church was dying,
Computers popped up, so was the hurt, the crying,
We were up in the skies with our creations,
But oh so ignorant, and blinded....
"2000's, Absence of God"
People ask where God has been, honest confusion,
But the problem is they didn't pray when asking,
They were on their computers....
God is refusing to stop the pollution,
He gave us free will, we chose and forgot what the truth is....
"Exodus II"
Robots and artificial life will come,
Replacing spouses and replacing God,
Virtual worlds replacing houses, faking loss,
The world outside cry's and weeps,
God also cry's and weeps,
Because he knows history goes full circle and often repeats.
He stares down on a once beautiful creation,
And before he ends the very thing he loves most,
He looks over, and acknowledges he's losing to satan.
"You've proven me wrong Lucifer, man has not changed"
Satan responds,
"They are in love with MY world, your dream have lost their way"
God stepped back, and let the world burn to ashes,
We blame God but, it was our words that acted,
And showed our stirless actions.
But we should of saw the coming with all our knowledge,
But the world dies, and we fall to darkness.....