The Plot Thickens
Why did He knit so many twits?
(Weak of Mind and lacking wits)
No Thoughts of their own-
Like Sheep and their Clones:
Well, what's the point of it?
Does He live His life through His Creations,
Feeling every single sensation?
He's in every Atom we can fathom-
(One never knows what will happen)
And that's the Truth of it!
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