I get a hunch and start writing something down,
Armageddon grudge starts fighting what’s coming around
It has its perks for what lurks in the rear-view, just hurts coz
Church has a curfew…a time to purge minds and hairdos…
My imagination is my friend, but my emancipation is not a trend
Nay, I listen to my intuition like the voice of God now,
Pray I glisten to fruition, when They hoist the Rod out!