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#INSPIRED INTRIGUE

 CANDLES LIT UNDER ST. PAUL'S OLD SAUL FIRE, MARTYR PANDEMIC

A BBQ this ain't, first or last time Samantha got me to second Anotoly's sacrifices

Sammy & Tony's 44th time though & I've got a lot of experience in aborted faces

Lookin' bored or excited, all the same to me, reincarnation's way is too danm hard

Knowing nothing about the first Cause and first things first, I evolved, I am a bard.

Events are what keeps a thing itself moving along from point A to a pointlessness

Ripped like a dagger slashin' buckskin until it gets the right fit for my expert finess

To the middle at the center of being, there's nothing there at all, it's in the middle

Marked for the illicit cowboys to take out to the stampede, y'all git ready to fiddle

There is no way to make the dead machine to anyting other than flatline sssss

What a snake the black mambo was and the sidewinder from the hills in a dress

Motherload out of the middle where the action used to be, but godson, I'm now Icy

Id sees disaster as I'd seed seas with salt of the Earth, more pepper for me, see?

Quit complaints there is no complaint department for you, it's all about me you see

Comforting to know you're in the mood for love when I'm fixated on a margin flow

Pain in the arse or in the head, it's all One for All & All for One muskateer, all me

Without you it's bad, without me it could be worse, it could be worse uncle Romeo.

Funk flows out of the wagging dogs without the tails, cropped to eliminate Pooh

Not Winnie but the wasteland of the breakfast of champions, Soylent Green stew

It's tasty & you can't even feel the medecine goin' down to the ground of sun blow

Waiting for the presence of pure love & joy to surround my souls, above & below.

Miracle on Chicago's avenues, boulevards and streets in contrast with the slums

Where the garbage and Earth's dirt carouse & empty the barrels of blanks & scum

I didn't know what I know now but if I did, you would know the timing is right, pal

I called you that, that's right and You ain't my pal, that's certain, you can bet on It.

No pal can watch the pain and suffering here and now & get away with the murder

Of human families and the pets they believe they own, licensed by the Man or Her

Youngsters get old to die, some of them will die as young as Billie the Kid, I revive

None of this is for me to say but I'm sayin' it anyway, God's good, saints don't live.

It's the nature of the thing itself, complete, utter nonsense in the cosmic bliss of it

In a cup that runneth over, my mind is indeed over matter, it's the star's black hole

Monkeys known as apes, white, black, brown, yellow and red wine from wind blow

Thinking therefore I am is so far off of the track that a dream within a dream's chit.

Compared to Nothing, this & that there are better than I deserve, my gods discuss

Shinin' on a blue-green growth upon the sceptre of Thor, thunder & light's godson

You get what you paid for little brothers & big sisters of me & mine, left in the dust

Same old tune whistled today, It's over when it's over, blackstar's BBQ left to rust.

by

r j j  stephan, i  { NOT @JohnTheBaptist }

c. ROCKTOBER XXII, MMXXI Anno Domini @2:45 AMPST

{ #NeverBeTheSaintOfMe @RollingStones in perpetuity inspiration, link to @AvrilLevine in @DuneOutOfEarth link @ https://youtu.be/xcMQWfMTfJ8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

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