Technical Progress - Poem by Liza Sud
Where the technical progress lead us?
From God. Oh disrespectful science,
Inanimate, when will you understand
How short-sighted you are in your purblindness.
You study only creature, leave aside
the interaction with God, this connection.
You can't save human souls and purify
like in Communion. You show wrong direction.
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