Ahead Of His Time

Doin it in rhyme

as always no time

to chit wit chat

let others handle that

Paid my dues bringin it

to you

Checkin the pulse of

the universe

World under seige of a

Satan curse

Man posturing to be

a God

but here and now there

is but one Lord

The Cosmos cradle me

with care

what do I have

to fear

Have smelled the stench

of death

yet I trudge on doin it

in stealth

Sometimes have to slow

my pace

for a minute or two rejoin

the human race

Not long off and gone

to my sacred home

In all my wonderment

wonder why I was chosen

and sent

A voice comes to me

ahead of your time

doin it in rhyme

not your fault others

are blind