Calling out false prohets

From their foolish ivory towers
Come dreaded and self proclaimed seraphim 
A joke of a jester a mockery and malfeasance
That festers they pester me deeply
Just like these pains...my enemy yet my old friend that remains
Lost are they still in their self righteous ways 
And lost am I still in the madness unfazed
Bigots aside though I've seen better days 
Some men can move mountains with merely a gaze 
Though, my talents will rarely if ever earn praise 
Yet still I will blaze if the penury stays 
And my tenure I endure til the end of all centuries 
Will that could outlast every last "eventually"
I transcribe my soul for you in parts so penfully
Before these omens come and you may never hear again from me
Drag me to the lowest pit as they have done before
Bind me with their rusty chains and nail me to the floor 
Self indoctrination affirmation at it's finest 
When self proclaimed seraphim claim to be divinest