The Saint – advocating and helping all those that came to him, a voice for a nation he became, speaking for those that lived in shadow, those that pandered in the darkness, unseen amongst invisible folk.
Yet as the adoration got louder, so did his ego, larger and larger, bigger and stronger. So began his reign of terror, he became dismissive of the people that held his pedestal up, he stopped giving credit where credit was due. Slowly, slowly, the cracks began to form. A toxic fluid seeped out, it attracted snakes from all over the land. He screamed and yelled from his pedestal at the snakes. As each snake insulted, the people that held up her pedestal were bitten and slowly poisoned too. He refused to feed the snakes, let alone acknowledge them, so the snakes hatched a plan to swallow him alive.
And so, they did. Using the nourishment of his body they created their own pedestal, a victim story, sucking all the sympathies from the land. His remains excreted into the Earth, he, whom once was a Saint now digested into a Sinner.
If you are not humble you will be humbled. If you choose to lead, you do not lead an empty vessel, you lead people, it is people that can make you, break you or defend you.