The things we have been taught to hate about ourselves.
The natural I
We Express an alien disgust
At what is most pleasurable to the most high
And in a self hate a potted plant is called Satan
We are more than that.
A bridge .
More than a slaved soul
More than Satan or an Obedient servant
I'N’I is the greatest .
Without godhood, We strive and fight
Without foreknowledge, We seek and explore
Without brutality, We reward
And share
And give hard earned bounty .
We claim no honor or obeisance except by our own virtue
We are no better than those who follow us.
We forgive their trespass as they forgive ours.

My kingdom is theirs. Their temptations devil me too.
And the heavens above are our arms raised, carrying all our hopes.