New Adam Poem by Andrew Nawroski

Made in nature perfected skies
Tomorrows dreams through emerald eyes
With lazy ghosts coming down
On machine of machines in canvas gown,
That bleed 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 in scientific glory
New new testament, a so called new story
That could bleed us all dry in red
Then saturate our world with living dead.

But come oh mighty scientific statue
Some day you could bring us to
A land of plenty with blessed love
And baptise with saintly dove,
You alone eternal one in everlasting steel
The devils pact and scientific deal.