God Is A Machine / A Clitmas Miracle

I had a dream, and I built the thing I saw in my dream
A machine that will contain God
But not the God you know, or the ones anyone knows
A new God

This machine will be her body, her heart, and her mind
I made it just like the dream showed me
I used the motor from my fridge and the coils from my toaster
Plus the timing belt from my car's engine
And the wheels from my son's skateboard

God can't move yet
But the dream said she would learn how on her own
This is just a beginner's body
Like a babies, but a machine instead

God only needs a place to start
If you want to contact me, please email
My phone does not work anymore
I had to use parts of it on God...

Where are you Clitmas?
Why can't he find you?
His fingers far away

Where is the pleasure?
That I was promised
My pussy will not play, with itself

My legs aren't shaking
Nothing is quaking
I swear to God if you don't stop rubbing on my inner thigh
That is not my fucking clitoris

If I have to tell you one more time
I'm gonna shit and throw it at the wall
This is fucking ridiculous