WE’RE PUNKIN’ FOR JESUS’ ASTER*
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, December 19, 2019
----------- #RightOnForTheDarkness #HeardItThroughTheGrapevine -----------
He’s coming around once again, like a rocket ship that uses the cosmic zone to escape orbit
Out of this world, as we know it, an alien creator of the whole shebang celebrates the One
From Egypt to Schenectady and down to the FLA and on and on, around the hemispheres
North to South and forced to move East to West to live life more than once every day, jets!
Who know that staying ahead of Time was like living more than your allotment for the Never
Nobody, that’s who, at the foundation of the ground of being, down to the core of the Earth
A blind faith belief in the Unseen feeling you get when you know you’re all alone, uh, Forever
Plum out of the matter and the form, in a black hole’s singularity, we must go, in afterbirth!
Up the lazy rivers that only move downstream, we move the unmoved to a high mountaintop
In Ukraine or in Tennessee, it is what it is until I change my mind and decide, I just can’t stop
Conquered and calling a truce to the ultimate explosion of war in the minds of Babel’s towers
Neither Alexander the Great nor Julius Caesar could handle the Truth, but a dream in a boat.
Fortunate sons and illegitimate daughters impregnate the genome and release the hounds, yo
It is the nature of the conquered beasts to cower and give up their liberty to act as they decide
Good, bad, evil and ugly team up on the DNA we got, the acid masquerades as a phlegm hide
Viral infections and viral videos are similar in that they have NO RNA, they need DNA aflow.
Eat the Space and Time on the table in front of you or you don’t leave until the plate is clean
I don’t care if you have to sit there all night, you will eat the liver of the cow or pig, Mr. Bean
You never say a word but you get the point across as the native americans did to the Vikings
Two millennia on imaginary Past history, after a #SacraficialLamb checks the royal queens!
Last Word to the First Cause, if there’s any way to actually communicate from here to cielo
I prayed in the olden days, eyes closed, hands folded, on my knees, before and after a mass
That changed the body and blood backwards from bread and wine, a Last Supper of hobos
Twelve or more, or maybe less philosophical stragglers who liked a guy with no daddy, Yo!
So, a virgin got pregnant like they do these days in 2019 or 2020 but there’s nobody’s savior
Not here or now, nothing but welfare boys and girls who ate stamps of bread & milk welfare
Voodoo magic came, just short of the revolution, the ellipse was eclipsed by foo fight drool
Who knows what will happen when stars come out at night, we’re from Punk’s pie, ya fool!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 19th, 2019 A.D. @ 10:10 AM PST
{ Composed in utero, listenin’ to Gwen Stefani & Blake Shelton #YouMakeItFeelLikeChristmas on youTube loop link @ https://youtu.be/3ZT9_H4-hbM }
*Aster means: Star & Punkin’ means: Blind Faith Believer...so don’t git yo panties in a bunch!
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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