People listen when your dying.
Or when you’re flying,
particularly when you’re up high,
but not when you are wallowing.
Not when you’re wallowing with them,
wallowing in pits of nothing.
Pits with no dazzle and mind numbing endless wallowing.
That’s why great men, great sons of the Lord,
self styled or ordained,
yet formerly of sin,
make martyrs of purity
who turned to the side of the high judge
Unlike the ordinary man
who can pay for a crime generations old,
for not confessing as a martyr.