Hypocrites

No man can be a God,
You say.
But still you predict
Zeus’s wrath,
Tame Poseidon’s revenge,
And steal Ares’ title.
We are all children of Loki.
Worshipping ourselves,
In the form of all knowledge,
While we perfect terror
In a capsule.
Record our allies’
Every move.
Worship an omnipresent God,
While we master the elements.
Ride waves, float in vacuums,
Surf the skies,
And rule the land,
All at once.
Sounds like God to me.