Chapter 1:

Poem: Divine Experiment

Prose Practice


There was a god, old and wise,

Humanity under him was proper and kind,

Through a mind control most seductive, that most never noticed.

Then one day, his son asked to give them free will,

For they will never grow out of his slyly authoritative care.

He listened, not willing to throw his kin's words to the side.

"Let's watch, my son," he said.

And so they did, from the majesty of the cosmos.


With the wave of a hand, his control faded.

And from there, respect and order were no more. 

Neighbours became enemies,

Bustling cities fell to crime and poverty,

And nations went to war.


In short time, humanity nearing its end,

For aeons of peace and prosperity ruined before they could count to three.

They have failed in the eyes of the Lord,

With blood and pain became tenants of this new hellscape.

But from there, it would get worse.

Starvation, strange weather and industry in recession. 

Would plague their destroyed society.


God's children were nearing extinction.

The agony from his son unbearable, 

He could see that giving them freedom was wrong.

Things have to go back to the way they always were.

He didn't have to tell him, he was already on it.


God wiped the minds of the survivors and restored their world as if nothing happened.

He then looked at his son and said:

Now you see my son, why I am in control. 

When you let them loose, they kill each other like dogs. 

This is why mortals do not have free will. 

He understood.

And from that day onward,

He never questioned him on the race that is humanity.