I can fly, but I cannot lie. People use me to immortalise themselves into leaves..

I sit atop their head, showing their greatness. My gems and material show their extravagance.

Defender at times pretender at others A mind set, action, and state of being Wether I do good or evil I represent a form of faith and loyalty

Calling me a cross is not wholly incorrect, but I hold more than empty beams - I carry a suffering body and a provocative sign.

I wear the weight of a Roman lie my name still keeps the nine. I sit two before the end though once I stood as ninth in line.