MANY OR ONE FOOL'S SILENCED SHADOWS IN EARTH'S BLUE HADES
Hades light burns atoms like they're goin' out of style, it's a function of protons' neutral electronsManipulating "civilized" denizens of Sodom and Gomorrah just because #ICanDoIt, my sons
It's not that I am mean or inhumane, I just needed to jump up and down on the moonrock
Therefore, I am, just steppin' in, sleeping creator's dream of being alive, fool's liberty joke.
Free of the Earth? Not even a decent chance of that being alive when your token spirit kicks It
Shedding the 208 bones for nobody to awaken, nothing to pump in to revive the old nerd chit
Martyrs are all dead & so are sacred, high priests and jokermen jumpin' down heaven's gates
Where the punks merge & mate with the daughters of heroes and their joker mothers' fates.
In the back seat of your father's or mother's car, you stared into the blackness of time lapse
Between the birth and the death, free to grow the one cell into a multiplex of divine gold ore
This is what happens when a star dies, the denizens persecuted imagine a Cause to be One
Yet the Many have control over the liberty of bones that come and go, willy nilly, It Is Done!
Carved the deep gash into the skin and into the muscle, clean through the bone marrow, Ice
That's all there is just Ice, cold as an orphanage bathroom, don't go there lookin' for the peace
Heat and the fire keep it all warm until the time comes, it's murder to watch it happening too
No way to offend or defend the indefensible, myths are all actually the absolute Truth tease.
Nobody ever wanted to be one of the fools who will always rush in where angels fear to go
Listen carefully to understand the manipulation of the wonderful, beautiful celluloid show
Detrimental to the continuity of the inequality, the Ends form the matter, in syncho-psycho
Out of the deep space, atoms explode and implode without regard for God or human blow.
Destiny of the street children is the same as the orphans of the rich and famous, dead, buried
No memory of your greater grand parents as there will be none of you nor I, idols of the fried
Smoked and drank to rise up to the high and mighty, never getting to the target, to be or not
Lit up in the fire burning the darkness of the painting, the print is alpha-numeric gibberish rot.
Milk from the mothers all dried up and mates don't matter to the mad hatter, Man's in a hole
Deeper than Truth can shed light, funny as a terminal diagnosis of your mortality, rubber soul
Never a thing itself but the appearance to the senses of what the matter is, atomic wasted ID
Psychosomatic laws of the State, gods' stuck in your gloved fist, power to the people, oh shyt!
You're in it for life without knowing it, age of reason be damned by the ogres of the minions
Controlling the bread and butter is the only way for the snake to dole out the reward to hags
In the corner behind my back, it all goes down as I imagine the laughing fools' original sins
Monkeys, ape-like at least chimp or gorilla, that's the origin of mankind, animated DNA bags.
Need no gunpowder, got a water cannon shooting liquid 99 miles an hour, liquid silver bullet
Babies down at the feet of their daddies' boots, kickstand of the Harley real close, god-am It
Knucklehead, Panhead DAMN the '74, two wheels to freedom from the past in my rear view
Mirrored Ends & Origins, twisted notion of Hell itself, imagine a jungle law, I think it's blue!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Mayday, Saturday, May 1st, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44 AMPST
* Jammed out while loopin' #PhilosophersStone by @VanMorrison on the youTube, bad arse blues harp link @ https://youtu.be/PghOffQ-BrI }
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