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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
