CODEX'S DIAMOND SIGNS, REMINDED SIGNALS, SCRATCHES OUT OF HINDSIGHT
You don't know like I know but you better get ready to move out the batter's box with a bat
Get ready for the run, you'll need food and protection, the home love you'll very soon discuss
Nothing left when you're on the run from the powers that be other than this muss and fuss
It's all about the movement of the First Cause of everything, the Singularity of a bull's scat.
Among the many there is always one in the crowd that causes others to follow, where it's all at
Movement of the bowels and the people comes out of the end the same way, all a buncha scat
It has always been that way, dead men and dead women left the Word, we chew the black gum
The plan is not yours and it's not mine yet the plan is set, we're the tools, Fi, Fi, Fo, gods of Fum.
Frequently during the millennia, every few hundred years an avatar rises from a virgin birth, haha
Made love to no man, yet the gods, the God who plays hide and seek with love, conceived a boy
Little baby boy Adam came from Nothing at all, not even a zygote at first, just Nothing, Void toy
Divine as it is, humane as we can be, thank the UFO powers, mighty angelic realm, bow to Ra.
Truth on stone tablets imprinted ala radiation burns of wavy lines, cross-crossed scratch of lasers
Or were the gouges of the sculpture on a flat rock, all that was possible for a will to be a mortal
Had a God here a long time ago & he or It said it would return some day before you die, Big Lie
Dig a hole six feet deep for what's left of one last breath, ain't no wings out of this Time's portal.
Space beyond one's eyesight is some hindsight or foresight but no ESP holy, infallible matrix
Nothing as a Void and everything else as all we know, categories of experience & magical tricks
Not only are you a result of a hooker's trick but also your grandparents and theirs, so, We Be It
Mortal sin is the making love to making baby boys and girls, that's the sin of the moronic idiot!
Murder in the miracle is that you don't know you're asleep in A dream, you think it's real funky
Wanting to play as a child does for an entire human lifetime is normal but we can't have that ilk
Teaching the children the Way, the only way they'll make it, cooperation & protection from evil
Mankind's kin for some reason RAN A PROGRAM with a moral imperative, accidental teat milk.
Sick and tired of the fear & loathing, good, evil & ugly sandwiches and hot soups have long gone
Walked around city sidewalks, up and down the railroad's tracks, no property for the public fun
Keep moving to pretend to be or not to be searching for something, a place, a thing or a person
I ain't prayin' and I'm just sayin' like my daddy said, "Here I come!" Oh my God, I was so wrong!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, February 10th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44:44 AM
{ Drafted listenin' to @RareEarth #GetReady for link @ https://youtu.be/o3Z8NU5ImK0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
You don't know like I know but you better get ready to move out the batter's box with a bat
Get ready for the run, you'll need food and protection, the home love you'll very soon discuss
Nothing left when you're on the run from the powers that be other than this muss and fuss
It's all about the movement of the First Cause of everything, the Singularity of a bull's scat.
Among the many there is always one in the crowd that causes others to follow, where it's all at
Movement of the bowels and the people comes out of the end the same way, all a buncha scat
It has always been that way, dead men and dead women left the Word, we chew the black gum
The plan is not yours and it's not mine yet the plan is set, we're the tools, Fi, Fi, Fo, gods of Fum.
Frequently during the millennia, every few hundred years an avatar rises from a virgin birth, haha
Made love to no man, yet the gods, the God who plays hide and seek with love, conceived a boy
Little baby boy Adam came from Nothing at all, not even a zygote at first, just Nothing, Void toy
Divine as it is, humane as we can be, thank the UFO powers, mighty angelic realm, bow to Ra.
Truth on stone tablets imprinted ala radiation burns of wavy lines, cross-crossed scratch of lasers
Or were the gouges of the sculpture on a flat rock, all that was possible for a will to be a mortal
Had a God here a long time ago & he or It said it would return some day before you die, Big Lie
Dig a hole six feet deep for what's left of one last breath, ain't no wings out of this Time's portal.
Space beyond one's eyesight is some hindsight or foresight but no ESP holy, infallible matrix
Nothing as a Void and everything else as all we know, categories of experience & magical tricks
Not only are you a result of a hooker's trick but also your grandparents and theirs, so, We Be It
Mortal sin is the making love to making baby boys and girls, that's the sin of the moronic idiot!
Murder in the miracle is that you don't know you're asleep in A dream, you think it's real funky
Wanting to play as a child does for an entire human lifetime is normal but we can't have that ilk
Teaching the children the Way, the only way they'll make it, cooperation & protection from evil
Mankind's kin for some reason RAN A PROGRAM with a moral imperative, accidental teat milk.
Sick and tired of the fear & loathing, good, evil & ugly sandwiches and hot soups have long gone
Walked around city sidewalks, up and down the railroad's tracks, no property for the public fun
Keep moving to pretend to be or not to be searching for something, a place, a thing or a person
I ain't prayin' and I'm just sayin' like my daddy said, "Here I come!" Oh my God, I was so wrong!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, February 10th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44:44 AM
{ Drafted listenin' to @RareEarth #GetReady for link @ https://youtu.be/o3Z8NU5ImK0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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