At creation's scene on repose sensed
Let's manufacture! Creator exclaimed
Our replica in flesh and bones and blood
So did the utterance, ignite the scene
Thus dust transposed to raw material
As creator's fingers leaned on soil
Kneading and sculpting out from mud
And made manifest an image of kind
Hence displayed a moulded sculpture
An image of God made from mud
Clear and cute above creatures
Breathlessly rest staring creators
Effusion of ghost of creator infused
To transubstantiate sculpture to a being
Perfecting the task of God on a god
And there exist His likeness seen
A god I am made by God
Graced and throned in dominion
Shouldered to sovereign over creatures
To command and man existential affairs
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