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WHERE I COME FROM, THERE AIN'T NO ROOM FOR COLD , IT COULD BE WORSE

It's all a dream team company logo for a horrible mystery, expose for what it is, kid cuz

Another funky period of living and dying for a random toke recocked rationality buzzes

I know what I mean and it means nothing to anyone else but this is the gist if It's fizz

Compared to Nothing, this life, this series of this world at this time's space what it is.

Gods plural, God one in every case a product or subject of Big Bang's predication mess

It's cosmic soup because it's a haphazard collection of atomic neutrons ready to blow

All in the family or not, in every case it's all there is, can't complain 'cause it could be

Worse than it is or than you can imagine in your wildest dream, the sadistic humane.

Justice and the nature of the Truth about things themselves, three in one bum junkie

Crucified, died and reinvigorated the rotting corpse for a celebration to defeat death

With the metal or without it, the clay has been remolded, recast in the form of a See

But why old altar boy from the parochial popedom?  Why do you confess & obey me?

After all is said because it's all been done before I ever thought about WTF it was now

Then and only then will we see, hear, feel, smell and taste the grim reapers charge pow

Unconscious because the brain turns off which is the only evidence of a conscious mind

Where it goes when it's turned off?  Nowhere, it stays right there in the offended kind.

It's not gonna last forever, even your soul will get tired of whatever's after death, so

Be the way you wind up & enjoy the ride from the get-go to the finale, it's all there is

Ready, set & go for the gust, there's no time to waste 'cause you never know the time

A tap on the shoulder of the grim reaper maybe the only warning you get, on a dime.

Workin' it from the point of no view, blinded by the lights that never shined it on a day

Always at night, deep past midnight and way before the golden dawn, in the image pay

For the things you did right & wrong & indifferent, to chums & foes, be all over so be it

Popes 'n priests, ministers 'n preachers somewhere in heaven's dead alr, it is the chit!

I could tell you why and it's what they told me so I really don't know for sure, it's gods

They tore heaven apart and sent the remnants, us ignorant descendants from gold dust

Turning around in circles, spinning dizzy until you get sick & die of a beat heart's pump

Among the throngs of living and dead, invisbile from the rings of Saturn, time's a lump.

Stuck in the middle of the fire and the ice, between the significant other & the Void tic

Where Nothing survives and you either are the same or you're caput, I'm just a l'il dick

Speakin' & showing that ignorance is all Humpty Dumpty had when it took a great fall

Waiting for kings' men & horses to assemble random parts, fallen angel, to be the ball.

In this universe where I am right here and now, it goes the way I planned every time

Holy scat left over from the dinosaurs and cavemen who left nothing but bone dust

From the wisdom and knowledge you've gleaned from the soup and cosmic crackers

Just like downtown, it's uptown or boystown, Schenechtedy to Palm Springs' tears.

The fortune of a moment you see in the sky is the same as you see in bleeding hearts

It's in your head, that's the imagination, it's pretenders who keep the dream alive too

Not only do they not want to but if they refuse to, whole ecosystem ceases to hover

Mask the face, blind the eyes & silence the Chief's speech, it's over when it's all over.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST

{  Drafted while listenin' to the #Chief, @Eric_Church #ItsOverWhenItsOver on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/102HX7VMaeY }

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