Cornucopial

Abundance looks like a structure
Architected and engineered
A system of control by controllers
Power, in short, a symptom of will

Are we misdiagnosing 
The way things got us here
As the course of understanding
Impels the knower's fear

Surely deathly ill with need
To say how things must be
Shall our overflowing hands
Ingest the salty sea

Should our faithful works and signs
Give a god its wings
We the angels sinless fair
Salvation thusly sings