HEROES BECAME VILLAINS, PURGE
Coming to the end of the system of the knowledge which denotes it’s the end of lives, caput
The dams and continents full of sea water were here when I got here, taught it for a putsch
A road map to get to the precipice of the plateau where you’ll be in a rush to jump for a ring
Followers of the leader, y’all will move to the place y’all belong, crispy critters in a Big Bang.
Keeping your mind on the up and up as if you have any choice at all, demigods’ age of reasons
From the caves to the seven seas, slaves and sailors float, blown by wind, rowin’ seven sons
Get rid of the Riff Raff and you’ve got nearly an empty room full of intellectual ivory towers
Haters and lovers mixing their sweat and blood to create the tears of my fathers and mothers.
Patience for all the doctors and nurses to get to the place they love, retirement from medicine
Nothing personal other than the crybabies who get addicted to pain and the fake killer’s sin
Monkeys and hyenas, Men and the leaches of swamps’ mud, all live a spell, you all die a little
No reincarnation of the tiny dancers as indicated by the division of the creeds, tower of Babel.
I will hire you to be here and there at the same time if you can defy the 1st & 2nd golden rules
Of mice, men and thermodynamics, stoked by a mob of millions, stupid idiots, morons, fools
Unborn excused, species extinction is immanent for The Many, enculture a child, I Am One
Just One of the Many sacred and most holy ones whose ignorance and happiness, got it son?
Hating me won’t help your mortality, you will die regardless of your holy goodness, live evil
It is what it is to be human, using reason, rationality to deny the reality of your senses, shills
What’s been enculturated here in this petri dish of America the beautiful, killers in civil War
Big time wars fought for freedom, now big time wars fight for turf rights, twitwhore’s house.
In and out of the games with or without the House Rules, I come and go in One witch’s coven
Just because I’ve seen mortals die ahead of me, the food I eat was alive, my folks cast cover
Got some woogie left back in my boogie and I’m not able to contain the magic, I’m a rollover
Feel angels above with your hands and feet, move your head, back and hips, Oh, Beethoven!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, July 8th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to Los Lonely Boys #INeverMetAWoman (Acoustic) on youTube like #Vamanos @ https://youtu.be/UGt5Tx_lpEc }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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