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Puppets on a string,
in the Adversary’s realm,
we are made robots.

Given minds and thoughts
to construct a universe.
alien to us.

Heed this warning, folks.
By mete is how he governs.
This Adversary.
By pure powers of darkness.
And not in brilliant sunshine.

Breathed by Creation,
God made us in his fashion.
Not to be puppets.

That is the design.
of God’s own adversary:
Through false images.
Those spawned in his own likeness.
Those fashioned by a forked tongue.

That is the design
that enamors Modern Man.
Enamored by strings.
Strings with fancy sounding names.
Those strings with magical names.

By charms, quarks and strings,
man now seeks new dimensions.
Sadly as puppets.
By foul abracadabra,
this Advocate weaves his web.

A string theory.
That is mete-a-physical.
A mete of puppets.
By craft of metaphysics
the Advocate reels us in.

By de/vice of One;
with serpentine ideas.
called string theory.
He too is our fisherman.
Our fisherman of darkness.

His linguistic string,
His metalinguistic string,
is a woven tail.
A tail called ouroboros;
wrapping us around its self.

The masterful one
is one who dispenses deceits;
for us, his servants.

To serve as puppets.
Him, and no other person.
Him separately.

One who metes deceits.
one who divides and conquers,
is our puppeteer.

God gave us choices
by his act of creation;
in his paradise.

But The Evil One,
by act of his craftiness,
seeks to cast us out.

For his meta verse.
One more evil than of good;
To be his puppets.

As Adversary,
The thought of a metaverse,
Is thought quite adverse.

A false paradise
Is what it offers mankind.
Something quite obverse.

While God is Potter,
we are crafted as his clay;
to be his vessel.

By going astray,
The Adversary molds us;
to be his puppets.

For his Mete-averse
is a web of his deceits;
to keep us fallen.

Puppets on a string,
in the Adversary’s realm,
we are made robots.

Crafty in deed is
this Averse Adversary.
Master Puppeteer.

While God is Potter,
we are crafted as his clay;
to be his vessel.

To be his subjects;
to be at his own service;
and  by no other.

The Adversary
offers his own Mete-averse;
where we are puppets.
dancing on his fancy string.
Like fallen Humpty Dumpty.

Averse to God’s world.
God’s world made of free choices;
and not as puppets.
Where we all bask in the Light.
And not in utter darkness.

Made in God’s image,
and by God’s righteous design,
we are all freed beings.

Puppets on a string,
in the Adversary’s realm,
we are made robots.