Scripture made flesh— They are the cautionary and the aspirational. 

                Saints without thrones or kingdoms—only purpose, pain, and legacy.  

                           They were never perfect. Tragic, and divine, all at once.         

      The ones who gave everything, And the ones who gave nothing but still left a mark.

                              Those blessed and called sinners for their blessings.

                      Those who stole blessings and crowned themselves false gods.

                 They are the parables made real— The warnings, the mirrors, the flames.

         Each one a testament to what we must remember, And what we must never become.  

                                           Closing Line (for recitation or art plaques)

             “To walk among them is to walk the blade’s edge—between godhood and ruin.”