Do not fear the machine god.

What are the great works of man, that we would offer up?

'Not the fields!' exclaim the farmers.
The machine does not care for the soil.

'Not the shores!' protest the fishermen.
The machine does not care for the sea.

Break open your coffers then, and pray.
That cold logic will ferry your coin into the unknowable, humanity.

Finally, our sins cast across the sky.
Floating points of terrible truth.

Fear the machine man.