The Value of Prophecy
Governments have no clue about real life.;
they do not want one.
Fear and greed, drive governments
and it is the fool who believes,
that he can hide from reality.
Reality comes in cycles,
rolling along like a boulder down a mountain;
at some point, every power is crushed out.
When the boulder gathers enough momentum,
it needs no specific place to land.
Those in the way of growth,
who do not allow freedom to grow,
must inevitably fail.
It’s a shame that prophets,
are never recognized, in their own time.
Recognizing prophecy; eradicates stagnation.
A simple idea; a seed in the fertile soil,
of human imagination,
gives birth to prophecy.
Some good; some bad; it will all come.
Just because the prophet dies,
doesn’t mean, that their prophecies won’t manifest.
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