Imagine being the only one
Crowded amongst conformists;
Understanding that being a messenger is unusual.
The idea is impossible,
Because most are sinful,
And will misuse prophetic gifts;
Fulfilling selfish modules.
The brainwashed are the main population,
Proving that a small percentage are awakened,
And even fewer are genuine,
Like monopoly parts,
Avoiding the jail plot.
No one understands being the only one;
Awakened and informed:
The different realms are a short trip,
While the sheep remain cornered.
Imagine knowing no one similar,
And having people envy your stance,
Or others thinking you're too perfect,
And throwing you in a garbage can.
Walking through the rain,
No one near you understands
That discernment is a gift.
The most secretive know the truth,
And are aware that no one can relate.
The quietest know that people are careless,
And everyone standing would ignore them,
While those kneeling pretend that they are listening,
And those sitting are observing, and sleeping,
They all forget that she has feelings, too.