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GEORGE WASHINGTON’S ROPE!
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Days go by, nights go by, I go by and so do you but here and now is coming and going
Mean people want to take your freedom because their own liberty doesn’t need to sing
From halls of Montezuma to shores of Tripoli, this country, our boys and girls make war
Now until forever, this wobbling Earth will spin and revolve until the soul exits the door.
What is soul? I don’t know but it apparently is required for living on Earth, to animate bone
Purpose for willing to be good, to strive for the good, for the bad and the pitifully ugly stone
Bring your old men to this arena so they will ponder the folly they pass on to the innocents
Baby boys and girls born to the genome’s evolutionary acid, to live and die makes no sense.
If there is a reason for living, we’re making it up as we go, to remain sane without a brain
A mind with mental reality that has nothing to do with physical reality, go down the drain
Devoured by the black hole that surrounds the cosmos, intense progression to the Void
Momentum of justice becomes the singularity injustice, authorized by the God android.
Build a barrier, launch an aircraft carrier in a national emergency to protect our freedom
No perimeter, no defense, a barrier, a wall electronic or clay blocks, cyclone fences’ come
Enemy and the friends all come and go within a hundred years or so, worked to death, eh
Then you meet angels and devils who don’t care about this Life on Earth’s drying up bay.
Paternity and maternity just words for dying planet of hydrogen and oxygen, soul survivors
Babbling about the causes and effects of people, places and things, wise women and w#ores
Tucking the children into their warm bedding on one side of the fence or the other, that’s all
Good and bad are the words for Life On Earth, the world wobbles, revolves and orbits GAS.
God is Gas, you do understand that since you fear the loss of it, being warm and breathing
If and only if the monkeys figure out that they’re here on Earth, left alone in a divine sting
Pretending past childhood and adolescence that men and women are important to me still
Brothers and sisters, cousins, friends all will come and go too, it ain’t my fault, I don’t kill.
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r j j stephan, i
c. February 12, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to the The Rolling Stones #SympathyForTheDevil on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GgnClrx8N2k }
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