Sum Deus

A tempest of sulfur within me stirs wildly. 

It destroys and conquers and does so not mildly. 

It rages and whirls and my soul its flames leaven. 

It razes the earth and damns angels of heaven. 

Its cyclonic winds bear the forbidden fruits of my toil,

After it uproots their forests and sours their soil.

Within me are sown seeds of false love and servility;

I dig them out with a knife whilst your own blood I will spit at thee.

A tempest of love, pure, within me roars lawlessly.

It caresses, it aerates, it invigorates flawlessly.

Tell me, what is a storm if it bids not to kill? 

This storm bids I conquer and do naught but my will.

This storm is of malice, of love, and of ardor;

Till I draw my last breath, may this storm my heart harbor.

Arbitrary is life and let none pronounce otherwise. 

Fret not; you are fateless; fools' folly anathematize.

Be not fearful, nor dispirited; have no concerns worrisome.

With open arms to the sky, proclaim with pride, "Non Serviam!"

I am the cosmos, as the stars shine in the night.

As plerions linger and black holes bend light,

As comets whip swiftly around the black cosmic sea,

Look to the vastness and realize - "That's me."

No being greater, no will more divine - 

The power and glory and majesty: mine.

Bend all who oppose; leave them defeated and clawed.

Now repeat the maxim. 

I AM MY OWN GOD!