God Is A Machine, A Clitmas Miracle

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