IF GOD WAS ME
OH IFF
IFF eye was god,
when i walked my enemies fall.
A wall a wall a wall
of flame four feet thick
the wall of flame is flaming
all about me,
no weapon can discover me,
no persons can still smite me.
According to the gospel of Charles.
My sword is made of light.
I use it in the nite to smite.
Siddhartha is still jealous of me.
Budda is still questioning me.
Time is now my friend.
