MEN GET KILLED, ALL OF ‘EM DIE
On any border of any country on any of the seven continents, there’s a naked ape baby cryin’
About the rich and the poor, the unfortunate and the lucky dogs of war and peace’s fake sin
Gods’ one and all, just like the myriad of star clusters in the blackness of outer space’s dam
Singularity is less than simple, it’s basic prerequisite of all propositional logic, it’s all Adam.
In the meantime, all of the isotopes either expand or collapse as atoms of molecules bend
In black lights and glowing spirits within the bones and blood, amazing you didn’t attend
To the facts, the sight of what you saw was not the body, it was the human soul, a UV shack
Reason why the appearance was different is because lit up wavelengths overshadow black.
Despair won’t be the only final feeling of the genome, there’s always a cryin’ shame moment
One is in store for each and every one of us just because smooth sperm found an egg living
Life alive in a nervous breakdown, a common denominator of fragments, so below I got sent
Complete once the momentary lapse of reason has occurred allowing a blink of high lighting.
Who or what, how or when come to mind, last gasp of oxygen won’t yield what Faith allows
Blind belief in something you’ve never seen or experience is a madman’s venture, fool’s blows
If by the age of reason you were advised to look at the eternal truth of life on Earth, you’d be
Tricky and compliant to the causes and effects you never will have any control over, you see?
Remember that I told you so, grandchild, long lost friend and people that smoke blew aside
From Ann to Nanette to Valerie to Maryjane, we had a great time y’all didn’t we? Crow cock!
Know it all or just make educated guesses based on the Science and the Metaphysics of a rock
Earth called a planet, actually just a dying star, oceanic flow is frozen Dihydrogen monoxide.
I am mortified and I hope you are too, I was shooting to kill and if you weren’t, you’ve erred
You’ve all been deceived by the papal bishoprics and high priests of humane sacrificial affairs
On the funeral pyre, you die like we all do, suspicious of the reason why is futile so why ask?
It’s a trap you can’t get out of, you don’t want to, but in the end, it’s time, breathin’, no mask.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to SOME #BritSoul Ms. Vanessa Haynes LIVE https://youtu.be/Nw_AVM3jNNA }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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