If we want a boy rather than a girl
Or want them to look a certain way
We have the chance to decide
And thereafter
The reaper comes to slay
Whatever our beliefs
We can fit the choice easily
Without a god to believe
Gods were made by modernity
We created ourselves
Become gods so great
We are the subject of praise
Our lives must be perfect
As we will be the chosen
As Gods composed of flesh
We remain easily broken
With parts that can be replaced
And spiritual core removed
We can clone humans now
So it won't be long before
We create them to utilize them
Make them for a purpose
To renew our being
At the cost of theirs
Our celebrated perfection
Can always be restored
Even as we flense the new corpses
Of those unworthy of being gods
