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#DISCLOSURE UFO's ANGELS, TIN FOIL HATS & SONS OF PROUD BOYS FROM HADES *
Once a whole bunch of centuries roll by, Earth spinning around 33,000 times since a Big Bang
What you've gleaned from your mothers and fathers who got to know two got light the tango
Fire you, you're a mother's inseminator just like the ones who came before your bloody fang
Drunk on living forever even though there's no chance in the universal, that eternal fandango.

Mustangs fired up for the ride to the rodeo, broncos and stallions ready for the get down hits
Whip straps and spurs on boots control the motion of the beast of burden, I'll never be a One
Punks have descended from the ancestors, you're more or less one of the many, reflected sun
Imagine the whole world as we know it, without you in the picture for an hour or a NY minute.

Funny to be anonymous yet absurd to be taken seriously for the comedy and tragedy, that's life
The way it goes from the first to the last points on the time line is the way it's sliced with a knife
Criminals of us all, violating the morality and ethics of the dead men who left billions of fat cats
Miraculous documents of Word, blind faith on stone & papyrus, false or true, blame COvid bats.

Trade in your locomotion for the stone crypt allowed to rotting bones, forefathers' bad mothers
Girls grown up in an acid hole, DNA pool mixture of apes, roaches and angels of sisters' brothers
Pincushion stuck full of needle holes, give it a shot, come and take my arms from me, Eagle, bird
Weaponized the rocks and the heavy metal, ready to launch, only UFO's out of Time, kill a word.

Reality and fiction merged into empty jargon in infinite loops, boomerangs south to north poles
Gods gold that shines for the blind & mitigated at the end, in a Void over indivisible rabbit holes
Nothing your popes, presidents or fools can do with the centuries provided in counter revolution
Forget about the names of the men, their history makes no difference, burn books, God's the sun.

General, universal and particular apeman monkeys in a Terrarium, ancients called Earth gods
A thing we need to live and die upon, pinochle of star debris, nowhere tiny enough to disappear
Yet the underground is above and below the Space between the super novae and black hole sod
Using words, arguments to reach conclusions to act upon, in the present, kill a word, eat the fear.

Instruction to the orphanages of the humane bytes in bits and pieces of honey, sugar baby flow
All of the babies can learn any language if immersed, no child is ONLY the country birthed into
Earth's solar system blown out of the Big Bang is all that matters, that and the energy third eye
Making Life itself Empty, to be what it is, what it's always been & will always be, en empty sky.

by
r j j  stephan, i  *CleopatraOfTheNile
c.  Lundi 1 février 2021 Anno Domini à 11 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted tea to @BrothersOsborne - #AllNight #ZigZag favs @ https://youtu.be/MvaXV3Q6pN0 }

FINIS
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