RASTAFARIAN SWIM IN THE MASS, BRAIN HAS A MASS, GOD SERVES MASS
In #FoldsOfHonor, the riff raff sings of the days before they died in battle, too young to die
In jungles and sand boxes, forests, undersea of the oceans, in and out of Time, we're flying
Through nowhere you can imagine, the astronauts & cosmonauts & titans of commerce go
Come back here to home and being a displaced soul isn't as easy as they were told it'd be.
In fact, a new set of rules only for them, the disconnected from gravity, dead end's kids
Like a perpetual buzzing, hissing inside of your head, not a sound for anyone else in sin
Silence for the minions who've arrived by accident or on purpose, yet deranged the Ids
Psychological machines your grandma yelled for you to watch out for, automatic rockin'.
There's no stairway to heaven and no underworld of hades for the faithfully departed set
Take my word for it, I'm a baptized, Roman Catholic skeptic leaning, atheist, one free man
Not a slave to God, not a slave to men of any kind, rich or poor, lawful citizen or incarcerate
Neverland will return evermore at any momentus event, a Big Bang of God, I am the apeman.
It ain't your fault nor is it mine but the cause is still the Cause of everything in a dirty Tball
Supermen and suprawomen have no inkling about the unfathomable, yet they redirect It
Supply and demand of the controllers without identity, maybe one, maybe more, that is all
You will stop the faith, the hope and the charity the moment, the moment. . . ah, shi....t!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, July 1st, 2021 A.D. @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #AngelzGuidance in 1111Hz @ https://youtu.be/4GmHsFr7_3A & some #SinatraInPalmSprings @https://youtu.be/uApTZjtc-PM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
In #FoldsOfHonor, the riff raff sings of the days before they died in battle, too young to die
In jungles and sand boxes, forests, undersea of the oceans, in and out of Time, we're flying
Through nowhere you can imagine, the astronauts & cosmonauts & titans of commerce go
Come back here to home and being a displaced soul isn't as easy as they were told it'd be.
In fact, a new set of rules only for them, the disconnected from gravity, dead end's kids
Like a perpetual buzzing, hissing inside of your head, not a sound for anyone else in sin
Silence for the minions who've arrived by accident or on purpose, yet deranged the Ids
Psychological machines your grandma yelled for you to watch out for, automatic rockin'.
There's no stairway to heaven and no underworld of hades for the faithfully departed set
Take my word for it, I'm a baptized, Roman Catholic skeptic leaning, atheist, one free man
Not a slave to God, not a slave to men of any kind, rich or poor, lawful citizen or incarcerate
Neverland will return evermore at any momentus event, a Big Bang of God, I am the apeman.
It ain't your fault nor is it mine but the cause is still the Cause of everything in a dirty Tball
Supermen and suprawomen have no inkling about the unfathomable, yet they redirect It
Supply and demand of the controllers without identity, maybe one, maybe more, that is all
You will stop the faith, the hope and the charity the moment, the moment. . . ah, shi....t!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, July 1st, 2021 A.D. @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #AngelzGuidance in 1111Hz @ https://youtu.be/4GmHsFr7_3A & some #SinatraInPalmSprings @https://youtu.be/uApTZjtc-PM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
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