I’m a CoG , meaning child of God
My thoughts are odd
But I’m working for God
Because I’m always on the job
Thoughts vary
Some are enlightened while others are scary
But I make sure my focus remains
On Christ and his human mother Mary
His presence shall not tarry
I’m not Henderson like Harry
Many boulders I hold on my shoulders
Because I was born to carry
Weight much like a ship freight
It’s never too late to change your fate
So awaken
And switch the food on your plate
And make haste
To hasten his coming
Like the angel with one foot in the sea and the foot planted in the earth
I was born to be a thorn to many on this earth
Thus I choose wisely what I shall disperse
Dispensing words
Like a candy dispensing Pez
I speak to you of my past time
In a fast line
In a mass rhyme
And will always decline
To speak of glitter and shine
For I choose to spit words
Of enlightenment for the mind
Harder to find
Than gold in hidden caves
Breaking chains of mental slaves
Stuck in solid patterns
Dwelling in emotional caverns
I induce the vaccine for spiritual pathology
Using spoken psychology
Revealing all human dichotomy
Ensuring a stronger inner economy
Forget the person’s duality
It is my responsibility
To cover my bases
And profoundly never speak absurdly
Never curse thee
I could be a worse G
But it would only hurt thee
And that’s not what I’m about
So I don’t disperse glimmering garbage
While I’m vocally squirting
SkTzO