BREAKING UP'S HARD, FIGHT, SURVIVE, KILLERS WIN & EAT, LAST CHANCE
It never felt like the feeling of rolling along the roads & rivers without a nightmare's anomaly
Lit up the darkness when worlds spun around, with smoking, drunk gods, with or without me
It matters that energy is spent star dust and Space emptiness, solo comfort ride from the Voids
Inside of the womb, the egg and the gamete shoots bullets at the target, until Truth is androids.
Blown up before it's time, illusion of the buzz and the toastin' up in the foothills, party on down
Out at the back, up country where the sun shines all the time, it's summertime, old #Hangtown
Where Jessie James and a posse pretended to be in the bank together, a nightmare, too human
Never happened, fake reality, out of nowhere, wet-dry dreams are gods' events, fill'erup the can.
Noted that it's all gone when the last sights & smells don't allow any more sounds or foul tastes
Feeling it falling from the highest place a human can be, stratospheric high above empire states
Provoke you to remember the bad and the good, your death & your birth, alien reason kingpins
From the mud and hydrogen-oxygen soaked gas, alienated from the origin, out for eternal spins.
Fun to be in fear of the life you've gleaned from your inherited DNA replication, survival I am fit
A battle of things that eat things to continue the First Cause's perpetual motion of Galactic chit
In a movie, in a rerun that will never stop until the lights go out for good, Darkness' Void is real
It's not the tales and sagas of your ancestral heritage, encyclopedia of the Truth, here's the Deal.
You came, you saw what you saw and you'll leave without a squawk because Eagles fly, we ride
Last ones flying are the last ones standing, only ones dying in a volcanic rush from god's bowels
Thump your books of words from your patron saints and prophets, Godzilla & Kong kids' dates
Who bows to whom, nobody gets to bow at the end of the performance, my stage disintegrates.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 0820 hours PST
{ Jammed without bowing to anyone, #JustLikeKong trailer @ https://youtu.be/odM92ap8_c0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
It never felt like the feeling of rolling along the roads & rivers without a nightmare's anomaly
Lit up the darkness when worlds spun around, with smoking, drunk gods, with or without me
It matters that energy is spent star dust and Space emptiness, solo comfort ride from the Voids
Inside of the womb, the egg and the gamete shoots bullets at the target, until Truth is androids.
Blown up before it's time, illusion of the buzz and the toastin' up in the foothills, party on down
Out at the back, up country where the sun shines all the time, it's summertime, old #Hangtown
Where Jessie James and a posse pretended to be in the bank together, a nightmare, too human
Never happened, fake reality, out of nowhere, wet-dry dreams are gods' events, fill'erup the can.
Noted that it's all gone when the last sights & smells don't allow any more sounds or foul tastes
Feeling it falling from the highest place a human can be, stratospheric high above empire states
Provoke you to remember the bad and the good, your death & your birth, alien reason kingpins
From the mud and hydrogen-oxygen soaked gas, alienated from the origin, out for eternal spins.
Fun to be in fear of the life you've gleaned from your inherited DNA replication, survival I am fit
A battle of things that eat things to continue the First Cause's perpetual motion of Galactic chit
In a movie, in a rerun that will never stop until the lights go out for good, Darkness' Void is real
It's not the tales and sagas of your ancestral heritage, encyclopedia of the Truth, here's the Deal.
You came, you saw what you saw and you'll leave without a squawk because Eagles fly, we ride
Last ones flying are the last ones standing, only ones dying in a volcanic rush from god's bowels
Thump your books of words from your patron saints and prophets, Godzilla & Kong kids' dates
Who bows to whom, nobody gets to bow at the end of the performance, my stage disintegrates.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, Janvier 31st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 0820 hours PST
{ Jammed without bowing to anyone, #JustLikeKong trailer @ https://youtu.be/odM92ap8_c0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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