Glory Thief

March as you have done in the past,
The fault is never yours, the last of the problem rest on many, the blame never comes your way, your perfection adorns you alone, you are surrounded with praises and accolades, some called you the prophet, the aristocrat, the miracle worker who never fail, the muscle of your sheeps are your strength, the sapphire, rubes, diamonds are yours, riches are dispersed to serve your purpose. You have taken the grace you were given as another's stumbling block. You have set blinders on the flock you were supposed to lead, you have stolen the glory that belongs to your Maker.