Compassionate philanthropist directed by a god to relay a message. But I forgot it during my journey & I'm a long way from heaven. Maybe that was the way he meant it, to teach my spirit a lesson. Or maybe it was my fragile mind caving in from immense pressure. Taken some intense measures not to teach my methods to peasants. But an unprecedented percentage of men confess in my presence. I didn't ask for this unpleasant burden he bestowed upon my shoulders. That left a kink in my posture I didn't notice til I got older. So I stand with a slight slouch & struggle with scoliosis Try to juggle relationships with pupils & unholy posers. They told me Moses started what I'd finish but as I grimace, my soul decomposes as people's heart & pride diminish. I tried the timid approach & applied a limit on close, friends I would enlighten. They'd pretend not to be frightened, as I'd heighten their senses, despite apprehension, they knew, to harm, was not my intention. But as the tension increased, between my henchmen & beasts, I became entrenched in intrigue. Accused of pretending to be the legendary messiah. I was merely a missionary with a charismatic persona.