Puppets

We

are but

puppets

of the creator.
The culmination

of the creators

experiment.

How we look,

what color,

what sex,

what nationality,

irrelevant.

What we

produce

is what matters,

what we bring to the

table.

Has

the creator produce

genius,

or madness?

What’s imprinted

into the fabric

of spacetime

is forever.

How

will the ledger

balance

at the end of things?

Has the creator

been successful

or an utter

failure?

How many times

has it all been

run before.

The puppets

will never know.

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