Time and half Times

In the days of yore, after the apple had been eaten to the core when the words of destiny first showed up on the wall the one chosen to outline the times, the times, times and half the times before the voice of one crying in the wilderness issued the call and after the one who was to come had sacrificed it all the times rolled by cuz that's what they do, waiting for the call. I'm just here killing time, just to tell y'all. As times do roll the times do take their toll I'd take measures to make sure my name is on the roll I would take my signal from the King of Soul when I chopped off half my life to make it whole when I flew the coup and ran away to Texas I swore off the blues and the spells and hexes. In the days of the twenty-first century, the here and now I see the end coming but I don't know exactly how

I've walked the road from birth to to destiny just waiting here, waiting now for eternity, although, truth be told, eternity is here and eternity is now it's like we see it bleeding into here but we don't know how. The one redeeming assurance is that there once was a man who walked on our earth in a thirty-three year span They tried him and tied him and nailed him to a cross. When his people saw him hanging they thought all was lost, But the glorious truth was yet to be found when on the third day he rose out of the ground and if you believe that we've got some real estate for you. Just believe in His power; that's about all you have to do. King of Soul