MY HONOR TO HAVE SERVED
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Don’t look for me online, I ain’t there, I’ve gone far from your pens and cursors & ‘69 hotrods
Let me remind you of the consequences of sending boys to high school then off to kill the Evil
Invaded a land of other men and women and killed them in the rice patties and a jungle devil
They were shooting and killing us just because we showed ‘em with #FirePower to kill gods!
Odds are you know nothing about the thing at hand, either you’re already dead and gone, kid
You may be recently educated by the #NewMath and #NewHistory of civilization, I’m stupid
Theme song for the Time and Space right here and now is coming from the heart, ball to play
Showered with #AgentOrange to kill the jungle foliage and the young men and women DNA.
Saw the trees, slice them into 2x4’s and toothpicks to make human life, more Eco-friendly me
As above, so below, nothing around Earth’s space but emptiness and zero gravity, yet we see
What it is exactly, atoms, molecules, water, elements of minerals, gods’ essence, I’m skeptical
Thank Ferenc Pápa and the chosen ones in the #GlassBeadGame, this is no game? Oh well.
It’s the matter of the energy, it’s Mass of the things themselves, effects of mama’s First Cause
Immortal Being yet unseen and still everywhere, invisible to humanity’s eyes, It’s a Big Boss
Thinking and contemplating was never meant to be a human adaptive feature of evolution
It’s an aberration of the survival pattern, the keys to the Way inside the door of perception.
Attention! Forward March! Halt 1, 2! Boots banged into combat, grounded in original sins
You blame innocent babies and pass it on from gene to generation, sins of my mothers’ kids
Desire to discover the meaning of Life and life in general isn’t an adaptive behavior, no no no
It’s a defective gene which has keys to human DNA extinction, obliteration of stardirt, a blow!
Centuries and millennia have come and gone, possible that there will be more before collapse
It’s not my fault, don’t shoot the messenger, we all gotta go in the end, never forget the corpse
It will remain in the box or in the urn or scattered into the molecular essence, sprinkled gods
Original gangsters and existence on stardust is what we have, #WhatsLoveGotToDoWithIt?
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r j j stephan, i #USAFEatinSaltyPeanutsOutTheCanSince1971
c. Lundi, BLOVEMBER 4TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:09 AM PST
{ DRAFTED in perpetuity, I’m kiddin’, it’s not infinite but it’s what’s left from the banquet & listenin’ to The Original WAR Band on youTube #CiscoKid & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/iu_YVswb3p4 }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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