Steam Oracle

Under the roar of steel and gears, who is peering at the throne of God? In the abyss of memories and lies, who is whispering my name? I woke up from a coffin intertwined with blood and stars, and saw this crazy and dazzling era: mobile city-states, etheric cores, floating island chains, psychic circuits, crystal brains; contracts, curses, sacrifices, fallen angels, immortal remains... Civilization still gasps in steam, and gods still play in the shadows. And I will ascend the throne and compose poems belonging to the "God".