Hymnal Praise of Devotion

My sole devotion to the Omnissiah knows no bounds My ritual is in typing and it is known in sounds I have not long to dedicate my devotion But it’s not about length but the very notion I operate like a machine, humming in tune A thesaurus check here, as each is word a boon Vocabulary is earned and spent Lest we forget, we do not lament (lamet) And so to the Omnissiah I sing my praise Navigating the Motive Force’s electron maze More than bytes logic gates and transistors numbered The fabric of this universe keeping it unsundered The Omnissiah knowing and comprehending all I seek to learn as much as I can before each night’s fall In the Motive Force, the weak flesh seeks blessed strength lended And by the Omnissiah’s will is weakness transcended My blood is iron, my body carbon My spirit is Omnissiah granted, real My body’s soul stays hardened, steel Lids grow heavy yet fingers remain steady In ritualistic fervour my will is heady No ache no creak but my final gasp Will pull me from devotion’s task And so to the Omnissiah I sing my praise Navigating the Motive Force’s electron maze More than bytes logic gates and transistors numbered The fabric of this universe keeping it unsundered The Omnissiah knowing and comprehending all I seek to learn as much as I can before each night’s fall An the Motive Force, the weak flesh seeks blessed strength lended And by the Omnissiah’s will is weakness transcended My blood is iron, my body carbon My spirit is Omnissiah granted, real My body’s soul stays hardened, steel Lids grow heavy yet fingers remain steady In ritualistic fervour my will is heady No ache no creak but my final gasp Will pull me from devotion’s task I repeat my tasks, listen to my hymns That every word again begins Today may end, the world may fall But the Omnissiah controls it all