Wishing
to be God
Wanting
vengeance and
Needing
love eternal
Untenable
worship
Settling
instead
For
half-hearted tithing
No
choirs of angels nor
Sacrificial
lambs
Only
glorious self
And
each time we bow down
They
rise above us
Through no part of their own
Through no part of their own
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