The Gnosis of Entropy

Following the thread from Henry Vaughan to Philip K. Dick

There once was light that showed the face of God
We turned to bars of gold in holding cells;
Was once a throne for Lords of higher light
We turned into a toilet's useful shell.

We reproduced all forms in our own image
So we could worship icons of desire
'Til we ourselves became another object,
The living spirit plastered within wire.

The logos thus became a dying thing,
Ideas only formed to turn to stone,
We taught ourselves by grieving we'd atone,
We laid down for the treasures death would bring,

And so all things have come to have an owner
And God's now found in worthless things thrown out.