I HAVE #BAT NEWS, CREEPY PLANET IS INFINITE
Now and then someone will attempt to influence the causes and effects from the baby crypt
Continents drift from the poles into the center that wobbles and spins, slowly it's all creeped
Fortune and the power to will the things that are desired effects to enhance survival's success
Mothers of nobody's invention, said Word at the origin of the Earth, a sun had just blown us.
It is more than a feeling, when you're too high and believing enforced by stoned blind faith
Interested for as long as it takes to entertain the notion that you're in control of a fool's wraith
Scooping the spiritual flim-flam glam, put into killer colored flames of a #Cookbook's bliss
Explanatory complication of the simple-minded, one-celled creature or a sneezin' death kiss.
Here is a star, there is a star and everywhere is a star, an infinite conglomerate of the fake ruse
It's matter and you wonder what's the matter? It's a tiny atom that evolved into spun fake news
I said what I said the moment I could talk, I'll become silenced in a moment or two, what'd I say
Tools of the moment needed for the squawking and barking that won't stop tomorrow or today.
Battles for the hearts and minds of the minions who spare nothing to survive among the most fit
Ones who never get eaten by predators who hate mankind, they eat the hated things, they're gods
Not evolved apes from movies about the extinction of humanity and rise of the ape, it's all the shyt
Knowing nothing more than that you did the day you were born, young or old, what are the odds.
Been up and down the rivers' roads, gone with and against the current, just because it was so pretty
Smart like the beings who are now dead because they weren't as smart as they assumed to be, to see
Don't want to be in the wrong place at the wrong time or vice versa yet, I will be eventually, I must
Brought out of the woodwork can seep into my bones like bullets flying into idiots' heads, to be free.
Fantastic fun from young to old as long as you and I see eye to eye, funk of the crypt pits' catacombs
Bones as dead as the day they were alive on Earth, hidden away from the eyes of the leftover chumps
Microscopic dots that will put your DNA into WTF mode until your calmness returns to a blue dream
A puff away from the smoking cloud nine where angels fear to go, only humans allowed, I'm a meme.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER 17th, 2020 AnnoDomini
{ Drafted listenin' to @DaveBrubeckQuartet #TimeOut youTube link @ https://youtu.be/_1d-Axi4mhY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
<3 <3 <3 PEACE/OUT <3 <3 <3
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