I am a Godly being; my name implies perfection.
The only heir of Jesus, I am. Holy from Elizabeth’s womb,
I came about: curious and complex.
I’m winsome and witty, maybe even sociopathic.
I slay sentences with my silver tongue and poison
The minds of my foes; challenge me, I dare you.
Your mind may come undone.
My toxin, so bitter and so baneful, will leave you
On your knees; crying for compassion
And mercy you will not receive.
I am the killer of consciousness and
The queen of the quarrel. Nobody can
Compare to me. I am both the mistress of mystery
And the wife of what we know.
Revel at all my rigor and gaze at all my glory; watch me as
I conquer the world. Success is in my fortune and
That last word will be mine.