A LOSS FOR ALL IS A WIN FOR ONE
With or without power’s knowledge, wisdom dictates to enjoy the moment, it maybe the last
It is an unknown fact about the nature of existence once personal identity ends, death is fast
No sooner do you know that something unusual is happening, heart attack, brain seized styth
It’s only a surprise to the faithfully departed when they’ve been introduced to eternity’s myth.
You have no idea where the answers are but where that is is where you want to be, for sure
Substantial plasma craft manufacturing in an underwater factory, resistance immunity gear
Speed of light interplanetary projects are not for your eyes, creation theory is under hot fire
There’s no man-god savior or holy men or holy women, there’s no angels, just time travel sir.
Eventually everything will be as clear as looking through glass panes, literally eyes wide open
To see and comprehend that nature in front of our eyes and what it means to us, inside Zen
Nothing to lose if you allow intelligence of hairy apes to be the best creation of the gods-play
But it will never remain in stasis, never remain at rest in the sea of queers and snake DNA.
Fate of the merciful is the same as the fate of the morons, idiots and thieves, mouth agape
Soul all gone and just the rotting flesh without the verve to Move it in a circle, it’s all on tape
Recorded for your edification when being judged by a benign criticism of imaginary goldust
Millions of dollars spent and never earned, just stolen from the labor of the workers’ Lust!
Retired to the back room to anoint the scam, a coup de ta and a scream of ooh la la, ecstatic
Orgasmic phantasm of acid for the animation of dead dirt and rock, God’s occult analgesic
In a dance with the death of my own 208 bones, muscles and organs in tact, still thriving Id
Host of the One, no discriminating against me just because I died tonight, I’m still here, kid!
Plain as the monkeys eating dogs colored to appear like a tiger with stripes, hungry ape sheet
Existentially yours and mine just because we got lucky and entered an egg/sperm DNA feet
Suicide, patricide, matricide, either way, mortality seems to be a waste unless it’s a nightmare
by
r j j stephan, i
c. MARDI, FREEZEMBER 3RD, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 AM PST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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