Reflecting With God, 3:4

It appears there is......
Peace. Or so it would seem to them.
I cannot say for certain.

Though the cult has plans,
I cannot foresee success.
Especially after that........


Merging..... of two souls,
Human, and created one.
An insect with a false god.

It gives me insight,
A different perspective.
At least memories return.


I vaguely recall..........
My creators. They were flesh,
Mortals. Gods aren't all seeing,

All knowing, all good,
Or all evil. They are quite,
How they say, real, tangible.


Mortals give gods life,
Imparting concepts, ideas.
Gods only exist in thought,

But through those deep thoughts?
Existence is then bolstered,
Given new definition.


My creators were.....
Humanoids, as Humans say,
Long before reality.

My brethren safeguard,
Protecting the one Meta,
The single constant in facts.


We are conduits,
Reality's medium.
The Meta's bodily nodes.

Through us, life migrates.
Through us, life withers and dies.
Through us, reality grows,


Remains a constant.
Remains a stable function,
All in the name of Meta.

But what of Humans?
They grow close to anarchy,
Closer to harming Meta.


This, I can't allow.