Printed boards conducting signals,
Surface mount logic gates
Sermonizing functions;
And speeding electric ones and zeroes
Which birth the mystical
Meat analogs lack.
Used to be
Skilled techs
Soldering under microscopes
Weaving synthetic souls
For the few craving
Something more tangible
Than faith can offer,
But times have changed.
Now machines print
Sheets by the hundreds of thousands.
Operated in Mexico
By hands praying forty cents
An hour for the salvation
Of others.
Made as best as possible
It's ultimately
Yours to break or hate
For not being
Every promise fulfilled.
Only the sales pitch is perfect,
Convincing thousands
To be first in line
For a bit of divine.
As with anything,
The eventual peripherals evolve.
Plug and play halos
Set to personal preferences.
Advanced blessings
Available on request
Just enter a credit card number
To get the upgrade
Sewn in your chest.
Then, when the lights go out,
The user agreement accepted
Without reading
Activates implants
Resurrecting the dead.