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With anthropomorphic certainty
I enthrone my deity
Inevitable reality
Raised within mine own mind
In the resemblance of me
God is my will's extrusion
It is I who has created him
And my will shall be done
Should I not worship him
And so honor myself
And when I bow
I praise the one
To whom I give
Life
The pleasure that I feel in worship is my own
The prayers of my heart are offered to myself
How could I not
Create myself as god
The substance of my faith is grounded in desire
The essence of my faith is the form of myself
How can I escape
This emotive state
I adorned myself with jewels
With gold and finery
Clothe myself in purple
I raise myself an altar
Petition my desires
There is no god unless I am he