'Oh, for tools of humankind
  Be rage and machines of war
    For fires to burn of heavens
      And grace be lost in clang of anvil

'Oh, for tools to take
  That which belongs to none
    The tangling of wicked souls
      Seen on faces of the empty

'Oh, for tools in usage
  Forged in fires burning blue
    Make paths away from redemption
      And build infinite worlds, absent grace