The False Prophet

When we can’t find answers within or through guidance we look to a prophet. We ask for help because we believe they are the answer we seek. We see a holy queen but, she can’t see the truth in our eyes where we defy the rules being a rebel, defying norms, because fear is just a concept, shining like a comet.

We don’t want to wake up from this nightmare that has been killing us, when our prayers are not answered and leaves us to ask ‘Is there anyone out there’. Taking a leap of faith, unshackled. Chasing the echoes of our heart, fearless and ready. Knowing that we are among the gods and the stars. Who can hear our cry for help. Some of us are not always understood so, we beg for forgiveness. In this chaos, it’s time to embrace our flaws. We are too blind to see our prophet is covered in sin and blood. What we see is our own reflection. We are nothing but slaves to the one we want. Following what others believe without a lead. A world so full of corruption and greed. A false prophet with memorizing deceitful looks and filled with crazy lies. Conniving thief stealing our pride creating false hope. You truly have no soul. Yet we walk away thinking we are cleansed. Oh, the blasphemy!

We are too deaf to hear our screams of pain or our regret. In our minds we are nothing but, we are one with nothing. Have you ever entered a world so full of drugs? We have to trust our gut. In this rebellion, we’ll find freedom in hiding. To take the path and the descendants of hades. Don’t let fear control, we’ll stay steady fighting against boundaries like confetti. Know one is aware what they really want.

‘Will you give me the power?’ We don’t realize that the power is in our hands and we are one with the infinite soul. We are one with the knowledge of all. We are one with the unknown and we are one with the spiritual world. The end will begin we don’t realize the power of a man is infinite. We will stop the death of evil and be free.