Analyzing God, 3:2

New players have changed the game, it would seem.
Quite powerful ones, I must confess.
They are of the past of the Humans....
At least, with these Humans. Even then, though,
Some dwarf the history of this young race.
One in particular, he is clever,
Strong, and rather insane, as Humans say.
An agent of chaos, destruction, death......
And my freedom. I gently guide his will,
Edge him closely in the right direction.
And through him, the other one will aid me.
This one, manufactured and corrupted,
A product of Human sin, greed, and wrath.
These two will recruit from the worshipers.

Unfortunately, I must sacrifice.
The seeds of life will not be safe from them,
Nor those whose wills and minds they have taken.
But it is a necessary evil,
If I am to escape my shackles here.
The machine guardians will be culled, soon,
And with them, the spores shall reign unchallenged.
Wait...... I foresee trouble down this spiral.
Yes, yes, trouble! The insect has returned,
As has the other manufactured one!
Luckily, both have dealt critical blows.
And even if they were to change focus,
Their own hubris prevents a consensus.
Unless.... this is not supposed to happen!

The insect has drawn a truce between them,
The old god and the created being!
Soon, she will attempt to contact Humans!
And not only that, but another change!
The Humans stumble upon a secret,
One that dwarfs even the atomic bomb.....
These new revelations do not bode well.
I am beginning to lose...... what is it?
The thing Humans call that drives their plans?
Hope? Yes..... I am losing all of my hope.
But I have not given up, just yet! No.......
There are always other contingencies.
Humans create new opportunities,
Their old habits coming to haunt them, now.

I have indeed prepared a back up plan,
One that might oppose my current end goal.
But Humans are worth it. This, I believe.
From their annex of a nation comes fruit,
Fruits only I can take advantage of.
What they cannot clean up, where others failed,
I have appropriated for myself.
Another champion, a covert one.
One that possesses some knowledge, not all.
One that shall continue to evolve, change,
Adapt...... Just as the Humans tend to do.
Not even their final weapon will work,
For it will adapt even to that stress.
This seed is planted. I can only hope.