prophets are here for reflection,
Not guidance.
When God begs the sincere prophet,
Be my distributor please,
Sincerity replies,
Don't be lazy.
A true prophet, forgets part of the story, but remembers to present the partial story as all that there is to the story.
A sincere prophet, relays their personal experiences from an intuitive heart, without shame or fame.
The true prophet rushes to save the world,
A sincere prophet is poised to retain himself.
Mostly frustration silences the true prophet, while sincerity is already silent as acknowledgement.
When God reveals himself to the true prophet,
He believes.
When the gut reveals herself to sincerity,
She trusts.
Sincerity remembers relevant dates and locations with profound detail (next to this window, when they put down the pink colored tiles outside),
And shares it with a marked up mirror in the locked bathroom.
Truth, thunders those details in insane frustration, while falling in the trap of haze and distortion.
The prophecy itself has no inherent meaning at all.
It's the heart of the prophet aligned as the heart of the prophesized,
Which dictates the negative or positive result.
When the prophesized complains about their life circumstances,
The true prophet feels compelled to emphasize exclusively in silence , for his own safety.
While sincerity humbly replies along the following lines,
I really don't know how to respond to this.
When the true prophet has arisen to red flags,
He expects analytical cognition to guide him further.
When sincerity is internally suspicious,
She suffices with faithful spacious gut minded cognition.
And while the true prophet falls apart carrying Insanity's inversion, exclusively on his own poor individual shoulders,
Sincerity utilizes the strain to reclaim its rightful territory judo style.
Sincerity finds the individual insanity within the collective,
While truth, perceives the persecution breathing down his isolated neck,
Personal and collective.
