Of the Daughter Named Rebellious.

I dream, I dream waking dreams.
A perverted world. A young god grown old,
and of his blood his fear made real;
a female Oedipus who will not admit his godhood.

It's opposite day and no choice but to play.
Oh god, my father,
destroyer of worlds.
With might is right and
everything else is wrong.

Oh mortal Zeus. A god with no certainty of good.
We bend to the power of thy rages;
take refuge in silence.

Will you smite me, oh lord?
Flesh of thy flesh, oh aging god.
Uncertain security--
To destroy me would admit thy weakness, would impose upon thy immortality, would hint that you do not have complete control, that I am something to fear.

She married you a virgin and fell completely to the magnificence of your godhood.
And yet if you could mark me a redheaded bastard and cast me aside.
For you cannot forgive, cannot forget, the proof of my origins.
Enough yours to live; enough hers to grate.

Branded by red, fashioned in her image,
your sweetest devotee turned traitor,
I am sacrilege, insurrection,
a god's death born of his flesh.
Oh how I fear thee lord, what if you discover?

You rule by divine right,
a mythology of your own construction.
But even when I believed,
I was not forced to accept.

For blinded by her mark,
you could not see me--and proof of thy mortality--you could not rule what you could not see.

Thus, freed from your confines, I found sight.
The mysteries of the cosmos revealed their presence to me and I was embraced by endless potential.

I grew in the safety of the shadow world.

You imbued me with power. You denied me.

Now I deny you.