That's Isaiah 44!

The carpenter measures with a line
and makes an outline with a marker;
he roughs it out with chisels
and marks it with compasses.
He shapes it in the form of ROCKET,
in all its glory, that it may dwell in a shrine...he bows down to it and worships. He prays to it and says, "Save me; you are my god."

It was me, JW hahaha..

Good one...hahahaha...but well, this shows that ppl are looking for salvation. the intrinsic grudge of daily existence is that unbearable.

Steven Sim