And then there’s that alternative
Notion of a God,
All knowing and all powerful,
So all we do is nod…
The script’s been writ, the plan’s afoot,
There ain’t no play unknown,
We might as well be actor-bots
'Cause all that’s staged’s pre-shown.
But God, the dude produced the lot,
Narrates our will be free,
Tho not to improvise a word anew,
As we’re no mystery.
Might as well be bio-bots,
Enacting out the codes,
For if it’s true that God knows all,
Then we’re but lacky toads…