#BrownEyedGirl #DaysLIkeThis
IT’LL BE DONE, I’M GOD’S GOLD!
Far away from magic homes back in the Fifty States, being a Chain’s here, Cheech and Chong
Skinny or fat you were before, now just the skulls and bones, y’all are the rocks of the bong
Fat-bottomed country or city girls, skinny-legged bad boy souls mix in the halls of SingSing
Cream on top of the sweetness that we all require every single morning, eye-wide opening.
Pay for things you will never see or enjoy the pleasure of, pay up all of you, work work work
Give it all you’ve got, creatin’ God’s distinguished DNA genome-animates beyond extinction
Being most fit to survive is the way of the Beast, this man anyway who swims in endorphins
You’ve got the almighty to answer to when this life pokes your eyes out, due to original sins.
So, therefore, hence, in the end, finally, it’s over, the beast lies dead, white eyes wide open
I will bring up the subject and comment on this object of ‘all too human’ fear of extinction
On the hunt for the living things to kill and eat to survive and be the fittest, food kiss of God
From the hands to the mouths of babes when the “Milk of The Way” dehydrates to wet mud.
Two billion dollars will get you immortality, ask anyone in the Great Beyond, gods always lie
Figure out the facts based on your use of logic and reason, the tools of Plato wax pre-Socratic
When the deduced inductions settle into the conscious realization that all you can do is die
Well Almighty then, man is irresponsible, not responsible, there is No Free Will, so get high!
All of the education has forced me without my own free will, to say what men do fear to know
What women fear to know too, the words and thoughts you shield from your soul’s big show
This is it, this life is all you get, there is no after this life, grab this moment by the spirit’s Om
There is no other way, blind faith in mama and papa won’t work, orphanage of Zeus’ Rome.
Fight each other to the death or live in peace and harmony until you your last breath is free
It doesn’t matter if you cannot gasp the logic and reason of deductions, trust me, it’s a bust
Do not doubt the fact that you are here in this space, you live right here, right now, you see?
Now you got it pops? Hell is what we’re in, a chain of weak links in an open, golden flower.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER 20, 2018 AnnoDomini @ 9:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Aretha Franklin #FreewayOfLove & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA?list=RDIp_pjb5_fgA & @JoeSatriani #BorgSex link @ https://youtu.be/kSBwsNcjiFo?list=RDkSBwsNcjiFo }
& @SATCH @
W.W.A.R.D.?
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