Might Be Above The Law(But Not Gods) Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

He thinks he's special
Above gods law
So superficial
Right to the core

I'll tell one last time
Stupid maggot
Your ignorance a crime
But I'll give what I got

Get off this planet
Before its too late
Or maybe prophecy
Will decide your fate

Stop playing games
Like a little bitch
You may have fame
And you maybe rich

Might not be today
Even tomorrow
But its coming your way
Procrastination brings sorrow

No prophet pure
I've no golden cup
Yet one things for sure
Your time is up
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