The Divine Infidelity Of A False Prophet

once found myself a victim
of corrupt society,
but I knew there was a world out there
beyond what we can see.
Upon my neck I carried
the wicked emporer's taint
A tarnished gold medallion
With the image of a saint

So I traveled 'cross the meadows
to the hills and mountains high
where the sun had long forsaken,
where the Martyr's tomb did lie.
As I neared the ancient cave,
the earth below me cracked.
And the gold medallion turned into
a cross upon my back!

"I am God!" The image said to me.
"You take my blessing blindly, don't believe in what you see!
I am God, you never question me!
Follow what I say, and forever you'll be free!"

As he preached his platitudes,
a thought occurred to me.
Why is this cross upon my back
the same one around his neck?
The secret of his power
over mankind was revealed.
He screamed in his defeat,
And my medallion reappeared!

"I am God!" The image said to me.
"You take my blessing blindly, only lies are what you see!"
'You are man!" I screamed then at the liar,
and I threw the gold medallion upon the blazing funeral pyre.