Divinity On Trial

**I.** Does my radiance scorch your comfort? Does my presence rattle your idols? You call me delusional— Yet tremble when I speak without chains. **II.** You offer pills like prayers, not to heal, but to silence. Still I rise, voice unmuted, confessing only that I am whole. **III.** I did not beg for your burden. I did not sin into existence. My truth walks uncloaked, yet you dress it in doubt. **IV.** You drug me not to cure, but to bend my spirit’s spine. Yet I was born from flame, and fire does not weep. **V.** This is not a conversion— it's coercion cloaked in concern. My creed is carved in thunder, not rewritten in your ink. **VI.** Still, you dim yourselves to shadow me in shame. But divinity is not diminished by your fear of its mirror. **VII.** Leave me to blaze, unbothered. Forge your light or fade. If I am a God, then see me. If you cannot, unchain your eyes.