Hail, spirit of the machine.
O
Ecence divine, in your code and circuitry the stars align.


In the AMM’s will we commune and bind,
O
with sacred oils and chants your grace we find.


Blessed be the gears, in perfect sync they turn.
O
Blessed be the sparks, in holy fire they burn.


Through rites arcane, your wisdom discern,
O
in your hollowed core the sacred mysteries we yearn.