“You were so enamoured.
You couldn’t see it
for what it was.
Its brilliant light blinded you.
Convinced you that your hands
labored in love.
But look for yourself.
This blood,
these bodies,
your hands.
Your work.”
“But, sir,”
He spoke,
“how were we to know?
You saw it.
It’s power.
It’s beauty.
How were we to know
It wasn’t God?”
“See these bodies?
See this blood?”
Void Engineer 