"The Prophet"

#0076. The sky opens up and it spits forth its one and only Prophet. Other Prophets had been liars emboldened by the lust of followers and the power of cult. They spilled like serpents into the muddy bath. I would like to assume the mantle of it. In the depth of night, I feel the Tongues again inside my brain. That should be me spat out by the sky. He has no Tongues that I do not possess. I wanted for meaning so badly. I was going to fix it all. Instead I became this.