Deus Ex Machina
An electric current surges,
Through the power of our prayer.
Let His servants feel His power,
Let our foes know much despair.
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Look as the tank moves forward,
As momentum is produced.
Its machine spirit, it comes to live,
Our faith is not reduced.
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Hear the rumbling of its motor,
The words of voice divine.
We listen to its iron choir,
A melody sublime.
But then it stops, its spirit silent,
We all turn and pause and frown.
What went wrong, we ask ourselves,
Was not sacrament endowed?
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Clearly our own faith is lacking,
So we all return to prayer.
To the Machine God, we shall show our faith,
Let our failings be repaired.
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And until then we leave the tank,
We dare not blemish it with sin.
But we shall return, make no mistake,
Our faith is sure to win.