NO DICE...BANG YO’ OWN MAMA!
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Do it right or don’t do it at all, the matter at hand is not afoot any longer, it’s what it always is
Spelling words right or wrong has everything to do with the meaning, the essence of funk fizz
When the entire genome dissolves into a jello muck and mire, a quicker sand than the beach
Now and then the red and white turns blue like the night sky on the other side, out of reach.
Utter nonsense coming out of your head and mouth, terminating in your mother’s vacant dot
Holy end to the middle of the beginning and the finale of the alpha headed to the end, Omega
For the dream to come true it must be manufactured out of A Void you know, recollect a shot
Come and go as the wind and rain do, whirling and swirling around viral bacteria and She, la.
Person to person whatever that is, caused by the original alpha idiot, the moron who is Alpha
Get this down to the lowest common denominator, school is closed, classes are cancelled God
Nothing to learn any more once the virus has inserted it’s ugly DNA head into the microcosm
Punks generated by their mothers and fathers of their sisters and brothers, it’s only a system.
Nothing to see here in the middle of nowhere you called paradise, away from it all, in the hole
Black or white matters little once the sucking begins and gravitational collapse crushes it All
It cannot be stopped by your ma or your pa and their viral infections, consummation of souls
Edit the Word, tell the Truth about the recollection of historical fact and hysterical doubt call.
Dead and gone with a fading tide that moves from anomalies and subsequent quarantine ilk
Out mothers who art in heaven, hallowed be thy wombs, our origin host of the humane milk
Clearly the sentimental journey it’s always been, when the One turns to Many and back again
Why is just because there’s nothing else to do, hustle the humans, control the mortals sinnin’.
Rainbow darkness filling in the blanks of the white-outed, black-balls, analyzing Corona RNA
Jokes aren’t all funny as peculiar as can be, open water birth canal, Last Word to bleed today
Came into blacklist with a free choice, selfless even, nothing to do with it, a God’s goddess’ lie
Actually impossible to tell the Truth, gunshot of Alpha’s spontaneous combustion, hung high.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March 14th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 2:22 AM PST
{ Drafted while living here and now, being alive on Earth, whatever that turns out to be & listenin’ to @RareEarthBand #ItMakesYouHappy link @ https://youtu.be/mb1otXnd6Ic }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.??
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