A TOTAL ZERO, GOT YOUR 6 HERO
Who can survive on the planet, third one from the sun or so they’ve TOLD me, it’s bulletproof
Except for the pictures of the core, lava, empty spatial Void everywhere else, it’s candy Truth
What it was and will always be is what it is right now, here in front of our blue-eyed RNA hail
Do not shoot the messenger not because it’s wrong but because the fierceness dies, fittest fail!
Reaching above the clouds into the blue, you automatically go into the deep purple of Voids
Remembering what was and that which will never be, only because you like long, high roads
Killers are heroes and villains depending on the philosophy of the sheeple herds of fake news
Followers of the leaders who jump and freefall off of cliffs with no parachute, wingless blues.
Latchkey kids or strict, religious training from birth to death, in between is what matters, boo
Yeah, it’s you I’m callin’ out ‘boo’ and you know who you are, the ghosty soul within your fool
The one of the many who animated the whirl of the dirt ball with moving mud, to be my germ
Surviving in the virus and bacteria of DNA, pre-schooled, post-secondaried and a PhD worm.
Punctual and punchin’ in early to leave early or later than I might personally choose, a hero
It’s what I’ve got to be when I reached into my soul and found Nothing’s everything in a Ho
Not just three Ho’s but an infinite accumulation of billions and billions of suns, call ‘em stars
Like the One that I am, the One that y’all are, Green Bay to Escondido, Rome to Nome’s bars.
If you don’t laugh you’ll cry, you realize the alcohol of blind faith inherited from a hero fellow
Is nothing more nor less than an educated guess by the whiskey-drunken angels from below
Never could get above it all even after the corpus dialectic reaches the heart and soul, killed air
Never to be on-the-air again because it is what can never be, hero or villain, a goddess’ affair.
Heroes and the minions come along and get along because nobody can survive the spun dirt
Graves await those not obliterated in evolution’s mighty gravitational collapse of the holy flirt
God’s goddesses of hysterical and scared pieces of 208 bones, phenomenal, too good to fight
Survival beyond extinction is all that’s left, sing a song, play it again, y’all have a good night!
A three road choice you’ve got ahead, right way, wrong way or my way, free will to cow clover
Survival is recommended and preferred, extinction to be avoided and allowed to exist in chit
Nowhere else but the cinders of a dirty globe of our life’s blood to go, milk is cheese left over
Look deeply into piles of trials, skulls and bones cast about God’s heroes around you, oh, sh#t!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, February 24th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Created in the darkness on the other side while listenin’ to (#MIMI) MariahCarey #Hero in an infinite loop, self-psychin’ my inner Void, link @ https://youtu.be/0IA3ZvCkRkQ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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