I am not your god

I said I could never love you,
and supposedly I morphed into your idea of a good god
and your ideal politician.

In your own words:
Judgmental and obstinate,
ruthless and harsh,
formidable and powerful.

I guess that is just what happens when I open my mouth.

She may fall to her knees and pray to me,
but no good person sees me as a god.

Love knows no bounds;
neither does hate, nor ignorance, nor the hands of predatory men.

How ironic of you to see me as a threat
when you're struggling to unzip my pants.