While crafting images of God
Into dysphoric xems and perselfs
Less archaic than thees and thous
We guzzle these natural flavors that plants crave
Meanwhile our priests fly cartoon robots
Telling us with confidence to imagine
We will be pumping our chests with oxygen
And our blood brain barrier with propylene glycol
So our grandchildren can visit
Jetsonian vistas powered by Tesla panels
Once the hyperdrive is ready to project quantum particles
Amazon will be at the helm to deliver our goods
This new era has dawned with greater understanding
Black holes waiting to be colonized
So we can be like the stars of heaven
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