God Bless My Cybersoul

by Miguel A. Wilder


You're not real.

You're just a mound of wires, chips, and circutry, built for my appeal.

A thing manufactured from someones imagination.

Brought to life by some form of electronic prestidigitation.

Only to trap me in your web of everylasting addiction.

All must surcome to your will?

Is that your prediction?

You were created by man, but is man really in control?

GOD...bless my cybersoul.

I'm hooked on you, like you were some kind of drug.

Stealing my will to do anything else, like some Cyber_Thug.

I don't spend as much time as I use to, praying to my Lord.

Yet I can always find the time to type on your keyboard.

Locked away in a box, like some recluse.

Unknowingly trapped like a rat, never trying to get loose.

Caressing your keys so sweetly, staring at the t.v. screen.

I went from a world where I was often noticed, to a world where I'm
seldom seen.


The Lord said in his scroll.

God...bless my cybersoul.

Even when I walk away for a moment, I can hear you calling me back.

Using your internetual affections to keep me hooked like crack.

I think about you always, because you bring me so many things.

My heart feels like dying, when I'm not sent anything.

I've got to have an E-Mail, I have to surf the net.

You've got me as faithful as a lover, and as loyal as a pet.

How can I still love you?

When it's my heart you stole.

Lord have mercy on me, and bless my cybersoul.

God Bless My Cybersoul by Miguel A. Wilder

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