“All good things to those who wait” you’d say,

to feed the misery to ungrateful flock of yours,

without them noticing you gladly went astray,

abandoning imposed and unrewarding chores.

and no one has the tiniest right to blame you,

you’ve given up too much for little, if  – nothing.

but lies and certain dogmas some still spew,

alas, you were not moulded for stopping.

You’ve turned your back on a higher place,

Preferring to have smaller domain bellow

You still impress the scrawny mortal race,

And it thrills, since you’ve put on a show.