Organic Machine

By a mechanism made able to rend meat into cloaks of flesh
We've been intricately designed with gears, circuits, wiring
Our purpose has been implanted, understanding our being
We are released into the world, as a new organic machine
Perfectly designed flesh, gains awareness, we take breath
And welcome our given raison d'etre, giving us direction
Into a world meant for learning, designed for exploration
Not by greed, nor malice, nor by grievous exploitation
A designer's dream moving onward, forward, timelessly
Even if our own path and future remains unknown
We've a world to explore, perhaps even a life to discover
As an organic machine composed of blood and purpose