HERE TODAY RIGHT? GONE TOMORROW, SCAT RULES c. S.E.A.L.S.
I was conceived of in a hole, not in Jackson but in my mama, nurtured me away from my home
Up the hill, in foothills to the corn & wheat fields of the planet's golden continent of It, above
The creation of this world, this Earth full of Life, animated, rocky dust is the essence of Rome
You and your spirit are full of lead and gold, you will live and die with devils' evil-angel love.
I am runnin' on empty but my tank of chops is full of the scat that packed my school lunchtime
Punishment of the catholic school nurtured my blue and yellow light on my green house effect
Grown from a microscopic seeds left over from the Big Bang of Brazil, rainforests breathe at one
If and only if you're mortally wounded then you'll know and have the wisdom of mortality, son.
In the end, you and I follow the rest who've come and gone before us, orphans and heroes both
Way back when you were innocent, you didn't know you were in reality, guilty as charged Thoth
God that moved the unmoved mover is The One, The Only that sustains the matrix of dreamers
Your mama, your pops and everything else from one atom to the first two ancestors of Birthers.
Set your sails on your row boat as you go downstream to the riverbend's mouth, sharpen spears
Ready and get set for battle, strange men and stranger women want to take what you got, man
Far, far away from your hands & feet so that you forget you used to be all too humane, human
Flight of the extinct birds is over when it's over, life comes and goes, from where to where, OM.
Race of species' DNA and RNA created from the Big Bang of the Cosmos, all too cro-magnon ego
Psycho fighters in One unit of mariners, cracked nuts from their mothers and fathers that mated
Egg to man and woman then corpses of decrepit skin and bone, you got no wings, I'm no angel
No way to get away from the death of your spirit's soul, the ghost in the machine of mohair gel.
Gods and U.S.Navy S.E.A.L.S. KEEP the United States sacred, Freedom is not free, death is a cost
For giving up your freedom & your life for the love of your country of citizens chewin' the moss
In the middle of nowhere, in Space but in your apartment or house, hut or cave, you're the boss
Of Time in Space, birth to last gasp, a guess that you're Saved is wrong, all Man's gods are lost!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, May XVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{ Kicked out of my mind this AM, honor to my brothers & sisters in #SpecialForces, while listenin' to @Everlast #SongsOfTheUngratefulLiving link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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