Do as you will. Great conqueror, success is permanent, so are victory and wealth – a fragile dream, like an egg. No other point exists, but the zenith – a laughable delusion. Walk on eggshells, to not wake the giant, of your own making.
Too late. Cannot go back, even for a moment. Certain recoil, everything has a price. Pay in time, pay in blood, pay in gold. Seek excuses – goods in short supply. Some sound better to a man. Not to Him.
Moved like a pawn by weakness, you cannot say, I was played. Like a fiddle.
So walk away in disgust with yourself. It is time.
First steps are half the road.
And He is smiling.