Inside nature perfected skies
Tomorrows dreams through emerald eyes
With lazy ghosts coming down
Machine in machines robed canvas gown
Bleeds your skin to jewel’d blood,
and makes new Adam supposedly good.
A churning breath from all we’ve done
Brings to life a supreme machine son
Replica Christ dressed scientific glory
New – old testament, a so called new story
Could bleed us all dry in red
Then saturate our world with living dead.
Come oh mighty scientific statue
Some day you could bring us to land of plenty
on blessed love, and baptise with saintly dove
You alone eternal everlasting steel
The devils pact or scientific deal.