The New God
They gather in cathedral clinics,
(with virtuoso grin)
scientists in robes of white.
Pretentious keepers of a new race,
their will shall be a will that mimics;
Manipulating the gene pool's base
in halls white-washed of sin,
not as God, but as God might...
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