Analysis of Third time'S a charm

Who would kill a living poem with a knife or a machine gun
It could be for a critical survival need or just for some hella fun
Droppin' honey or LSD into the inner sanctum of the presence of gods
You can sense the Almighty's essence, the truth of yellow cake and fire rods.

Installed the graven images of heaven's gate bent on a fiery pit of hell
Dropped ninety three million miles from a burning ball of gas' emanation
To the salt of sea beds, water of rivers, rolling plains and towering hills
The bell rings aloud for Everyman the space and the time always kills.

By
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
c. JUNE 18, 2014 @ 11:11 PM ***PC remains crashed***
(2 times 'lost' written on raw Android while listening to the silent night of Sacramento)