Digital Lord

I forged a living cyborg
From a, Commodore 64
And programmed it, to explore
Local hardware stores, for more

But it bore through the cement forms
Of a packed, hospital morgue
Ripping the limbs, from every single fucking corpse
In the entire ward

Creating a centaur
From a smorgasborg of human gore
And vocal chords from all the stillborns
On the bottom floor

Then, Satan, came though
The worn wooden boards, of my dorm
Like a, masonic porn with everyone naked
And worshipping corn

But he made my robot, return back
Like, Jason Bourne
Ready to warp it, and explore horrific acts
Of global war

He placed a strange, demonic, orb
Anto it's system core
And covered it, in the flesh
And human sweat pores of, Pauly Shore

A demonic cybermind
For a malevolent design
Mechanical aggression
Against all, organic, kind
With vengeance, like a wraith
Slicing through you, with a sword
Like cheap, corrugated, board
My dark, Digital Lord

Needing help, I supposed
He summoned the clone of, Axl Rose
Wearing, Post Malone's clothes
Soaked in, cheap, cologne

Reforming my, mobile drone
From a box of random bones
Found underneath, the castle catacombs
Of, Dr. Herman Holmes

A new system, liquid cooled
With a rubber hose, and a central node
Containing, chemical testosterones
From an angered, Alex Jones

Now I can control it, further
With a new, bluetooth, joystick converter
Hooked to the original, arcade version
Of, Afterburner

Shooting through the curtain
During a secret meeting of, 'The Bildebergers'
Committing murders, on heavy earners
During a merger with, Ted Turner
Then sell of the battle plans
For an original pack of, Werthers
And holding hands with, Laura Dern
While she's drinking a can of, Verners

A demonic cybermind
For a malevolent design
Mechanical aggression
Against all, organic, kind
With vengeance, like a wraith
Slicing through you, with a sword
Like cheap, corrugated, board
My dark, Digital Lord