for what do I thank you now, Lord?
for what blessings—which experiences—
which skill sets gifted via trauma and lack—
for what I was told when I was young?
who shall I trust now except my mortal self?
You could not even save me from myself—
there is no redemption, no grace in this plan.

I am god now: arbiter, judgment, creator of pain.
I am god now: aloof, invisible, untenured and ultimate.
who can tame me now? the works of my hands are many,
and I am not afraid of consequences only I can leverage.
you leave me and I grow: abandon me, and I am untempered and unmeted in my ability.
ectoplasmic, stellar, sequential. I am a spore.
who can tame me now?