The Self-God

I am the self-god carved from bone

Risen from the deprived depths

Where I once lay neglected

By the impotent church

Who couldn't achieve a bone

Never mind be made of the stuff

I am the self-god, conceived of truth

speaking out against the liar church

the ones who come with empty pockets

and leave with pockets stuffed with blood

and sometimes cash

I am not so easily shaken

I am the self-god, the skeptical one

Who even doubts himself

If I call you into question

Then I should call myself into question too

But I've stood strong against you

And your stones are overturned

I am the self-god, disciple of science

One who revels in truth

I care not for your creation

Because it is as thin as the pages

Of the lies you read in your book

But I have many books

I am the self-god, born from knowledge

And I have read and measured and seen

And my heaven is filled with truth

And my heaven is filled with science

And the demons crawl on the face of the church

screaming, "Mene Mene Tekel Uparsin"

I am the self-god, agnostic and atheist (sometimes)

I only believe in myself

Because you have offered little proof

When the children starve you have faith

While I question the need of you

Sitting on your golden thrones

I am the self-god, born of blood

Shed by your blade

Left rotting in the fields

Didn't you know that

If you leave blood for long enough

It will stand up and demand voting rights

I am the self-god, found in flesh

Proud of the deepest urge that you neglect

That you pile under your bullshit

Calling it "ethic"

Didn't you know your mom and dad fucked

To make you?

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