Sometimes the gods decide to collaborate
They deposit a decrepit parcel
A mewling babe, a broken hag,
Maybe a searching stranger
Reared in some lonely land
Untouched by seeming civilization
And they load this puppet up with power
Enough to usurp the arrogant position of already
Been there rulers
Who never learn
All a chance sacrament
When free will is the wanted illusion
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