AS GODS

 AS GODS

 

It's just a tool, saith some prattling fool 

 No deity or golden calf 

 Just a tool cuts work in half

 Mows our lawns and drives our cars

Frees us all to reach the stars!

From now you'll know such liberty 

Compose that song, paint that tree, 

Even write some poetry! 

 Escape a world we've always fought 

(even if we're being out-thought)

 

Have you had the new upgrade?

No, I'm not at all afraid! 

Bone and steel so neatly fused

No enhancements I refuse 

 With soulless smile and unreal sheen

The Imago Dei's now half-machine

With brain implants and carbon rods 

 We very soon will be as gods!

 

Well, at last and it's past time!

The latest model's rolled off the line!

An image of gold with spreading wings

 A silver mouth that speaks great things

  God gives it power and grants it breath 

To ascend on high and conquer death

No more the work of mortal hands

Full obeisance now demands

 

I don't see why you look so odd

Bend the knee, behold your God! 


 


 


 




 

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