We are still being managed
By the gods but then a life
Of its own starts up inside
A clearly distinguishable creature
The gods are always amazed
At what they’ve made
Releasing us into the wild
And we who have lost
All clear knowledge of them
Go on our free and lonely way
Trying to replicate their instructions
The problem is a god
Can be anything it wants
And we are left to decide
Which ones we'll worship
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