Call me John the Baptist

As I focus on the splendid hills over yonder

This is my wilderness period

I eat locust & wild honey as I wander

I’m the predecessor of

He whose shoes I cannot fill

You may shoot the messenger

But the news you cannot kill

I’ve been baptized in fire so I have a burning need to tell

Baptized in blood so in return I bleed & yell

By the time you make it to the Promise Land

And you’ve transcended ills

I’ll be sitting with our Maker

Overlooking splendid hills