I am God knowing it now. I am God not serving yours. Not mine in the past either. I no more formulate it, nor form it, in the image of man. I am woman for the truth of I am is a birther of truth, manufactured no more by failure a grave taking me to. I’m out, of the mess. All religion falls now, a great earth shake? In convulsion no more of failure, all Gods will know they are Gods too. Amen. I am.