Gods from the machine, Gods are the machine, Gods are the wheel, the screws and the cog. The Greek playwrights write about the deus ex machina trump. A living wrench to be thrown into the machinery, A blade to cut webs of fate and destiny, But the age of gods dwindles away slowly, A silent ragnarok they call it. Then man will be forced to work outside the machine, Where the convenient solution, Is no longer an option.