A saint with fine purpose

banners made, rooms booked Guided like herd, 99 out of 100 with horns me from my progeny was unknown as if stakes were my guided thorns my property was taken by ancient rome I was left alone to ruin Meanwhile my symptoms were positive points A salary based fooling milestone Soft tongues erased by ferocious actors I copied them twice a day As if on roof tops and down the floors I was highlighted their income was raised I was infamous in the end and my name by used by two better unknowns.