The Narcissistic God's Throne

To bow at feet divine, yet feel the weight/ Of every fault, each sin he does dictate/ A love proclaimed, yet fire awaits below/ In sadistic trials, our fate does show/ A tyrant's rule, a dictators scheme/ A mind consumed by power, it would seem/ In psychiatric terms, a narcissist plea/ A God who craves our praise, eternally/ If love so pure condemns to fire's embrace/ One questions this divine, omnipotent grace/ A paradox in words, where love and wrath/ Seem intertwined on a narrow path/ Communistic echoes in divine decree/ Where worship is forced/ And freedom can not be/ A kingdom not ruled by Democracy/ But by iron hands of theological tyranny/ The question lingers, in the silent night/ Can love be true/ When governed by such might/