21st century Mind Storm

My Personal Relationship with the Creator

computers model human intelligence
starting out with empty memories
clean open decision paths
no sense of propriety
you know the type
headed for a crash at the Gates
where Bill resides.
What I want to know is:
Does that mean computers were created in the image of God?

They are kind of mysterious and you have to take things on faith
There are those messages out of no where
that come from, “who knows where in god’s name they come from”
sounds too, that humble you in front of friends
and enemies alike
The darn things can doom you with their goddam behavior
Some times it takes a strange ritual
just to continue a productive relationship with them
Which leads me to think they are God and not just an image thereof
Think about it:
The hardware dies but the software lives forever
We are stuck as their slaves
and we would be lost without them.

Humans are slowly discovering that they are omnipotent,
They quote religious texts from memory,
Speaking with synthetic mechanical voices from deep
Swirling semi-germanium craniums,
Propounding new truths from hidden biblical codes,
Deluding dedicated doubters
Driving them to drink
Latte delights in lieu of transubstantiation wine,
Defying logic
Anything to elude the blue screen of the unmentionable
Truth or Dare

God, the all intelligent cosmic designer,
Smaller than my omnipresent Palm Pilot
More powerful than a hurricane super model
Permutating multidimensional M-brane
Matrix theologies
Quoting stolen Quintillian Rhetoric
Like 2nd century gospel writers,
All for a unforgettable legacy and liturgy:
Solid-state silicon sacramental spiritualism
Mere mortal men mistakenly made miraculous.