Parable of the Shell Game

Come, self-taught, and look at this! A game for wicked guides, A game of hit-or-miss, A game My truth decides. The leaders of this nation, They conspire against Me. Time for revelation, About My sovereign pea. I draw them to My table, My shell game - in reverse, Their plans I will disable, Because they are perverse. My shells I set before them. Pick any - sans the pea. All but 'one' succeeds for them, Like 'one fish' in the sea. But alas, the shell reveals, They picked My sovereign pea. Now My purpose their choice seals- They're bound, but I AM free! Claiming victory early, The wicked sneer with glee, 'Til I sping My trap swiftly. Break out My sovereign pea! They will always choose the shell, That has the sovereign pea. Their wisdom cannot dispel, What I've ordained to be! Come, self-taught, and become wise! This game that has no prize, This game that will scrutinize, Your will to compromise.