The Faultless Man, self-ordained, Looks down, faultless, in disdain,
At all of pitiable, flawed humanity, Those would be peers - cannot be;
And being faultless, as was Christ, He judged Him of equality before,
But himself having acquired more, Found no need of Him, in precise,
Being in self of more than suffice, To require safety in another’s life.

Nay, no sacrifice needed this man, Faultless, most brilliant in the land,
No price to pay for sinful lost soul, Standing atop achievement’s poll;
Of his fellow man he had no care, But that his servants, service bear,
Him who is perfection, in his mind, To wisdom of sages ne’r inclined,
But rests upon his great brilliance, No grantee of mere happenstance,
And gifted far beyond all his race, (At least he knew he made the case),
Rests upon laurels, self-adorned, Friendless, alone, aloof, forlorn.

Yes, as did our Faultless Man see, All he acquired was attributed he,
No one helped him gain this place, Grand, standing all alone in grace,
August, aloof, unspoiled, pristine, Where he holds sway in air serene,
Amidst audiences of simple fools, Irritating, dirty, necessary tools,
Providing him, in rarest pure air, The adornments of a splendid lair.

Grouping about him, all around, Puppets, adoring the heir’s crown -
Truth, alas, here ‘round accrued, His Father acquired all he viewed -
And he, faultless and fair; Serene, From that man no talents gleaned,
But Faultless Man, so proclaimed, Looks about, faultless, in disdain.
 
"Thou fool", the Lord God did say, "Thy soul I require of thee today."