The Alchemist's Dream

Lay my warm seed down, and my blood,
into the caress of soil
To brew new life within this earthy womb
He shall be my image, not beautiful but able
This living being that I've created

More from him I shall gain than I ever did from God
Feeding me with all these answers
And what does this make me then
if not one among the other gods?
Matched by none I walk this earth

But when the rays from the holy Heaven fall down
I'll fall down before the Lord