ALL HANDS ON HADES' DECK, LSD DOSED LOSERS, CROSS ON THE GALLOWS
I will give you this here jitterbug rag & all of that there, all things of mutated conceptualization
As if it matters once you & I lose our personal consciousness, as if our deceased prestidigitation
Calls the Causes, a feature of the Word, sounds of the soul's recombinations of vocalization sin
Originality cornered, mortal disobedience to random communist manifestos kill saints & sinners.
In the end or so I've been led to believe from the texts I could actually read, we're as dead rocks
Waiting for obliteration in the Black Hole down the road post Nova or SuperNova actualization
Watching the meters for the signals to alert the mainline of constructive destruction, that's life
It is indeed, the last bastion of the mindful ones who have no blind Faith in gods or DNA's wife.
...in the beginning, nobody was there to record the happening, in the end, it's educated guesses
Brainwashing the young kings and queens in the K-12 & above, beyond the heavenly goddesses
I am what I've always been, ask anybody, a speck of dust in the Cosmic Slop, mess of fake Spirits
It's the substance you can't name, the origin of Matter itself is Occult for a rational reason, a ditz.
On you & your monkeys, naked apes & a four-legged menagerie, inter-dimensional alien UFO lore
In prehistoric terminology, Life was NOT a random DNA implant on Terra Ferma, ET's bow to gods
Occult opened the dream and exposed the mind, as it performs it's job in a deep somnambulism
One into two and three up to infinity is the Way, your Karma is the Way, a Free Will in a schism.
In a hermitage or atop of a skyscraper in #GothamUSA, nobody can hide from the Ends, word up
Not only did some mothers become impregnated with 'us' against their wills, also they hate 7up
I don't care that freedom's not free and stolen right out from under your bloody face, gettin' old
Losin' hands dealt to Jinx & Miss Lucy, left to roam among the herd, irresponsible for bein' rolled.
#WTH is that chick doin' sittin' here on my lap, it's my dream and all hell's gonna break loose too
Both of my hands have always been on deck, the voice in the speaker changed it all, shootin' pool
Human minds' loose ends, ask all our kin who already died lately, extinct soul of disembodied goo
Jumped headfirst into the end, Hollywood made a trippin' star, jumpin' in a lake, dyin' like a fool.
Do you smell the fragrance? It's just one big lie and you have nothing to do with a shot of a leg
You & I will find our last song before or after OUR Last Day on Earth, it's gonna blow the graves
All of the headstones & crosses and stars of original stars, kings of the world, born of queen egg
You've been there & done this, nobody survives heavy traffic or lucky gold strikes of God's slaves.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, March 7th, 2021 Anno Domini
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Gods and the Cro-Magnon cosmic jokes cracked on the people that used to
care, just because #ThingsHaveChanged @BobDylan
#ThoughtHeSawSomethinMovinJitterbugRags on youTube link @
https://youtu.be/L9EKqQWPjyo }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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