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DON'T STOP EVEN FOR A MOMENT, KEEP MOVIN'
Myopia inside the heads of state, unbecoming of officers, ladies and gentlemen, it's historical phlegm
On the outside of the illicit and unwarranted minds of splintered morality and ethics from ancient doom
Dogs don't eat dogs even if they're hungry, they don't eat their own, no order here other than mayhem
You know the two legged kind, hairless & ape-like in their form and matter, less hair, whistles or bells.
There was sound, there was light and then drums, then there were six string guitars, then we all rocked
To the rhythm and the beat that started at a feverish pace and became as quick as a jumpin' jack flashin'
From the 1960's when it was born, it blew the next 60 years gettin' superstars rich as the mocha blow
Like it or not, whipped cream on top makes it worth the wait from the thought to the thing you know.
Men with guns above each forearm, loaded for bear and ready and willing to get in the mix, be a fix
When there's no solutions to crises and there still needs the ending in sight, it's when I come to Styx
Where the land's hot with fire & war's like it was the day the It was stillborn, singularity, divinity skill
Dwelt amongst us all, lived through our conceptual analysis & metaphysical aberration of ugly & evil.
I told you to go East but you went West so I told you I was going North but I went down South
Four winds met at the poles, swirled the world into it's heaviest golden trash, what the lead left behind
Wrecking balls and stiff upper lips get it all done for the bad boys who get taught thuggery by the Blind
Ice cold and bloody hot as the iron, pot bellied stove, problem child on the cross, a sacrifice to the wild.
Woke with a desert full of cacti and pure white light from the celestial brain cells, inherited an angel
High and low both above and below right here an now where you and I call each other, 'Man' it's Hell
Addicted to the emotion and the memory recollection of honor and the pleasure of prejudiced courts
Guilty until the proof rises from the empty ashes and overflowing urns with a fraction of short skirts.
First Cause, a thing thought of self & it's inevitability regarding ALL mortality, we are all gonna die
Mouths agape due to muscle relaxing, bowel releasing hell to smell, dead beauties stink too, ain't no lie
Devil in me is backwards at the good place to be, Lived, how easy was that to see and approve, let me
Allegiance to nothing but the DNA within One's 208 bones, without which I'm caput, now that's glee!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. DIMANCHE 11-22-2020 @ 12:12 PMPST
{ Jammed a huge portion while listenin' to @ACDC #ThroughTheMistsOfTime on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kvK2K3fTUGY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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