No gods.
No masters.

Just myself,
standing face to face
with the raw imperfection
that is me,
radically accepting myself,
flaws and all.

You see,
I stopped bending the knee
when I saw how much greater
I was than god.
All of my sins,
I wager,
don’t compare
to the blood
on god’s hands.

No.
God cannot judge me,
for god is unworthy—

for god is unworthy.