A fusing of mind and marrow
with electronic circuits and code,
offers no hope to the human soul,
only a dystopian merger.
Of A.I. and the divine blueprint of life,
these two are not meant to mix and match,
for only by standing in our own integrity,
can we discover our inner purpose.
Consider that we are already being primed,
to think in tandem with artificial thoughts,
generated by chatbots that aid the task
of thinking for ourselves.
It is a slippery slope toward a dystopian future,
wherein we begin to meld into something less human,
alienating ourselves from our essential being,
and causing a rift between our souls and G-d.
note to the reader:
this poem was written by a human, not a ChatBot;
although, the following image was generated by Craiyon A.I. Generator: