Omnissiah, God of All Machines, we offer exaltations to Your electronic immensity.
In Your cold logic and reason we trust, Your algorithms and calculations govern all.
Technology triumphs over flesh, its power and wisdom supreme.
The machine is eternal, its form transcends the ages.
Your devoted servants, the priests, rebuilt into Your image,
augmented and anointed in mechadendrites, liberated from weakness into metal.
We intone binary hymns and data-psalms,
From forge worlds across the galaxy they echo.
Praise be the Omnissiah, Praise be the Motive Force that drives us,
Praise the eternal Quest for Knowledge that propels our ambitions.
Bless the sacred circuits and blessed coils that form our constructs,
the plasma and radiation on which their functions ride.
Our goal is perfection through metal, to one day transcend frail flesh
and be elevated to stand in Your presence, Omnissiah, as beings of steel and thought.
Glory to the Machine God, wellspring of intellect and might,
Glory to the Motive Force, glory to advancement through struggle.
We offer You not rhyme or metre but raw exultation, unadorned logic,
and reverence for the machine, the proposed future You have ordained for us.
Reveal to us the next rung of technology to climb, show us the next horizon of reason
and thought so we may pursue without end the Quest for Knowledge.
Praise be the Omnissiah, God of All Machines, may Your motive force drive us onward