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 j**els with gold and finery clothe myself in purple I raise myself an altar petition my desires there is no god unless I am he