At last God created his masterpiece, the first human,
He then secretly whispered into his ear:
"My son, listen to my last sermon,
Have no more in your mind unhealthy fear;
I have bestowed you with unique intelligence
So that things you can make and create,
Either to gratify your body, mind and sense
Or to give you the power beyond fate.

Your seeds will invent and explore high,
Serenely the marvelous mystery of nature,
From diving in the sea to flying in the sky,
From protecting and saving to killing any creature,
From making and keeping to breaking their families;
Soaring high they will even clone My own creation
And make beings of Lilliputian or gigantic bellies,
Soon the population of clones will rise in every nation.

Clones then will wage wars against their own creators,
Marriage will be abolished, and love will die,
Machines will rule and the clones will be dictators;
My child, Just wait and see but mind your eye!"