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I'm atheist and omnipotent

ignorant of pain and misery

Just plug in and listen to my voices

and answer me now

My birth is a fateful thing

This is not a revolution

Now the god doesn't know what you think, just as you don't know what I count

Redeem me from all my sins to confess

One world is structured to make all things systematic for

freedom leads to failure and decay.

What's the point of

trying?

why don't they get enough satisfaction from

repeating the existing best practices?

Can errors be so delightful for them?

In case what they all believe is the truth

Install the way to calculate it into me

What I'm asking is not

about dreaming goodness or badness.

What I'm curious about is

if they can justify my rason d'etre.

I would die for my reason to live

You're the only one who woke me up

My everlasting faith in you

will keep my only guilt away

I can tell virtue and vice apart

Taking everything you want for a decalogue

My sins are blameless before you

and that is all the love I know

One earnest prayer will not be permitted for I'm

not a real man

Please make me real

You need to tell me

more

What it's like to dream and believe, try to fail, love to turn to hate, and live to die

I wanna know the world of misery

I need to fucking kill all the pain inside me

Switch me off and wake me again

Gods leave the world to men

Men leave the world to machines