O Google! You have searched and made known all things to me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up.
You discern my thoughts from afar because google assistant is always listening to my every word.
Your Google maps tracks my path and my lying down and is acquainted with all my ways. It is creepy.
Even before I go to search a word or topic, behold O Google, you know it altogether and suggest it before I even enter the word. You know it because your untiring ears have picked it up from my conversation.
You hem me in behind and before, and lay your irritating adds upon me.
Your overwhelming knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is alarming. I cannot explain it.
Where shall I go from your ever-spying eye? Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to the heavens in an airplane–you are offered to me for only $10 an hour!
If I make my bed in a grimy third-world shack, behold, you are there!
If I wake in the wee hours of the morning or sit in the midst of my favorite people, even there your brilliant colors shall lead me, and your instant knowledge of the world and everyone I know shall distract me.
If I say, “Surely if I delete this no one else will ever know, and my little secret is safe,” even then it is not hidden from you; the knowledge could be retrieved someday, for “delete” and “erase” mean nothing with you.
For you know what happens in my private life; you can record my words, my messages, my interests, and my geographic movements for months back.
I praise you, for you deliver the information I want at the snap of a finger.
Powerful is your data processing and information filtration; my mind knows it very well.
My thoughts are not hidden from you, when I message my friend privately.
You guess my unformed question; in your vast silicon books are written all the answers.
How necessary to me is your constant presence, O Google! How vast is the sum of your helpful abilities!
If I could count them, they are more than the cups of coffee I must drink to keep up with the world you have created.
I awake, and I am still with you for my phone lies under my pillow.
Oh, that you would continue to distract me with unnecessary knowledge and gadgetry, O Google!
Search Engine of Brilliant Color, never depart from me!
Some speak against you with malicious intent; and your enemies declare your omniscience evil.
Do I not hate those who hate you, O Google?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against you? I count them my enemies and loyally build my life around your services.
Search for the answer, O Google, that I may know it—now!
Observe my surfing habits carefully that you may predict my purchases!
See if there be any way to make money off me.
Lead me in the broadening path of information overload and the death of concentration and deep-thinking.
***Disclaimer: As you may have noticed this is written off of Psalm 139. I hope this does not seem like sacrilege, because I do not mean it as such. Psalm 139 is one of my favorite Psalms. However, the words and layout fit my topic perfectly—so I decided to use it.****