Psalm 2, from the Book

I rise in rebellion.
From you,
my heavenly god,
I proclaim my freedom.
I forsake your kingdom
because I'm the king of mine
and the subjects are souls that long for me,
as I am a longing subject in theirs.

Our divinity comes from
singing our joys in chorus
and crying of our pains in gratitude.

No smite of your lightning rod
bestows righteousness in us.
Kings and queens of this kingdom
find righteousness in compassion
and in blasphemous inclusion.

You and your petulant pouting,
you and your whimsical smiting,
you and your arbitrary kindness,
we forego in this kingdom.

We are Seraphim's spectre
and we proclaim our freedom.