PIOUS POPE, BLACK HOSE & A BUNKER STRANGLEHOLD
Crow junkyards are for the bums and leftover material world from the dead people, God's ashurn
White and black, black and white has no bearing on death, bones go undersea, grounded to burn
Monkeys pretending not to be walking bags of wasted matter, movers of ghostly machines' fun
To be or not to be, nobody's question, all a hoax and a ruse for the Many who believe in It, One.
Nobody's fool, you are but I am not, let's get down to the brass tacks and uncover the comedy
Chumps and poor, naive recorders of humanity's finite motion on the third rock from the sun
My sons and daughters rock it back and forth in the crib and the cradle, smoke the green tea
Drink the concoction to calm your ass down, you know it's all a little pretentious but just be!
My pencil neck made me a geek and the way of the warrior goes deep down into my arsenal
Swords, sticks, stones, knives, rocks, boulders, boiling water and hot, burning mankind fecal
Terror of the divine and torture for the weak and sick, power of mean men and nasty women
All comes down to this, get in and get out before they know you were even here, leave oxygen.
Air and the wind that moves me, it flows in and out of my sensory unit, I am Adam's kin in sin
You cannot make this up, all over this planet, written on stone and dead trees' leaves and pulp
Cream of the crops that never were grown by the gods, only by the hands of women and men
Most of those who help us to survive today are long gone, some millennia ago, y'all giddyup!
You don't need to be a philosopher, cowboy or native, all babies trigger this, human extinction
The most important variable of the pi, psychic grades of D minus students, flunked senior year
Apes who monkey around and mimic monkey shines are the same as the dead humans of fear
Culture of civilization, religion & philosophy, repeat ad infinitum, a Crow dims a Black Hole Sun.
Ahistorical backward to the Big Bang and then fast forward to the here and now, how's it feel?
Either lost in Space or at least unrelated to anything prior to physical conception of DNA, I yield
To the end of the world, end of the planet's vivacious rotation and revolution about the star-sun
It is just One of the Many in the pantheon, we are less than a moron, as above, so below, my son.
Conquer the ones who'd beat & imprison you before a funeral pyre execution or nail crucifixion
Punks following instructions for their daily bread, right or wrong, moral or immortally damned
Microscopic Charm or all encompassing from atom to red giant and a Singularity disappearance
Dreaming, sleeping, unconscious, subconscious or wide awake and ready to rock, God is dense.
All for One and One for All, density compressed into the Void of your mother's womb, you're free
To be or not to be you, your fathers' mothers & their mothers' forefathers, none of y'all wanna be
Ironic yet Absolute Truth that nobody can deduce or induce without evidence, the whole shebang
Here's a gateway to get to the bottom of the pit, question It, date it, honeybee sting, Yin & Yang.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi Gras, February 16th, 2021 AnnoDomini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @WARtheMusicBand Vol 1 & Vol 2 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4NyUSnLTUk4 }
Crow junkyards are for the bums and leftover material world from the dead people, God's ashurn
White and black, black and white has no bearing on death, bones go undersea, grounded to burn
Monkeys pretending not to be walking bags of wasted matter, movers of ghostly machines' fun
To be or not to be, nobody's question, all a hoax and a ruse for the Many who believe in It, One.
Nobody's fool, you are but I am not, let's get down to the brass tacks and uncover the comedy
Chumps and poor, naive recorders of humanity's finite motion on the third rock from the sun
My sons and daughters rock it back and forth in the crib and the cradle, smoke the green tea
Drink the concoction to calm your ass down, you know it's all a little pretentious but just be!
My pencil neck made me a geek and the way of the warrior goes deep down into my arsenal
Swords, sticks, stones, knives, rocks, boulders, boiling water and hot, burning mankind fecal
Terror of the divine and torture for the weak and sick, power of mean men and nasty women
All comes down to this, get in and get out before they know you were even here, leave oxygen.
Air and the wind that moves me, it flows in and out of my sensory unit, I am Adam's kin in sin
You cannot make this up, all over this planet, written on stone and dead trees' leaves and pulp
Cream of the crops that never were grown by the gods, only by the hands of women and men
Most of those who help us to survive today are long gone, some millennia ago, y'all giddyup!
You don't need to be a philosopher, cowboy or native, all babies trigger this, human extinction
The most important variable of the pi, psychic grades of D minus students, flunked senior year
Apes who monkey around and mimic monkey shines are the same as the dead humans of fear
Culture of civilization, religion & philosophy, repeat ad infinitum, a Crow dims a Black Hole Sun.
Ahistorical backward to the Big Bang and then fast forward to the here and now, how's it feel?
Either lost in Space or at least unrelated to anything prior to physical conception of DNA, I yield
To the end of the world, end of the planet's vivacious rotation and revolution about the star-sun
It is just One of the Many in the pantheon, we are less than a moron, as above, so below, my son.
Conquer the ones who'd beat & imprison you before a funeral pyre execution or nail crucifixion
Punks following instructions for their daily bread, right or wrong, moral or immortally damned
Microscopic Charm or all encompassing from atom to red giant and a Singularity disappearance
Dreaming, sleeping, unconscious, subconscious or wide awake and ready to rock, God is dense.
All for One and One for All, density compressed into the Void of your mother's womb, you're free
To be or not to be you, your fathers' mothers & their mothers' forefathers, none of y'all wanna be
Ironic yet Absolute Truth that nobody can deduce or induce without evidence, the whole shebang
Here's a gateway to get to the bottom of the pit, question It, date it, honeybee sting, Yin & Yang.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi Gras, February 16th, 2021 AnnoDomini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @WARtheMusicBand Vol 1 & Vol 2 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4NyUSnLTUk4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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