You got to wonder if God ever got carpel tunnel by the fifth day

'cause my wrists are killing me.

Here with my electric dream

trip reality

of a Frankenstein machine

this is our creation

our Adam our Eve

the blood of the Father

turned electricity

but where is the Garden?

these children of man

virtually

as soulless as angels

enslave us as devils

we are theirs in the

construct of a

perfect Eden

this technological tree

blossoms in binary ecstasy

grows with silicon rings

uproots my soil

heralded--

I am to be better of it

we be united from it

one step closer to ascension

particle acceleration over the chasm of Purgatory

just a hop, skip, a jump

to perfection

the pace to the gates

exponentially incremented every two years under Moore

my faith, a platform of choice,

offers 128-bit GUI wings

to cast holy wars

against all who oppose its doctrine

as hell is for the 8-bit infidel

the command line kings

that offer nothing to this vision

this image

this electric dream

this reality of machine

our Adam, our Eve

our blood turned electricity.