The Machine

The machine gleamed brightly in the sun
intricate, parts pieced together one by one
Wondrous to behold, the like he'd never seen
was this massive, complicated machine

And the Lord spoke
And the Lord said,
"This machine will teach you to follow me with your head.
It will teach you the ways of man, not mine.
It will rob you of your life, of your time.
And it will lead you in the end
to the home of the dead,
for it represents Religion-
man's attempts to prove he can live without me.
Using my name without a relationship
not honoring me with their hearts, just their lips.
Religion appears so wise and wonderful and well
but in the end will lead you to Hell".

He said
Lord,           I understand
Religion - it comes from man

Then he bowed his head
             and quite calmly
                         let the machine swallow him...