Prophet or Profit

He benefits him, It benefits them

Broken are the words in his head by sin

Unworthy he begrudges himself from within

Chosen are you in insolation

Until you carry this divination

Sadness, loneliness, and despair

Deny his higher he not dare.

To move forward without fear

You must do so, time draws near

Your message is important but you are not ready

The plan moves forward at my pace so stay steady

You cannot profit; They cannot profit

But You will be my Prophet