#HymnsToTheSilence @VanMorrison #SacredSpiritDrums #SilenceAtWarpSpeed

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 electrons
Manipulating "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!

by
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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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ROCKPLAST @kENNYwAYNEsHEPHERD & @mOTLEYcRUE IN THE NUGATORY @JoeDanMedia

SAME TIME, SAME STATION, PLANETARY HIDEOUT FROM THE NUGATORY
Watch your mouth if you're rich or poor because the really bad actors will tear you up quick
Just like a dirty look, can't stand a cross word from a mouth to the virgin ears of a dumb hick
Just an ignorant miscreant through no fault of one's own, it's the luck of the draw, die rolled
Snake eyes, seven or eleven won't matter the day after you're dead, no answers in the dead.

Moved in a movie with motion film passing by the eternal light, an electric wall of atomic Id
All around everywhere you can feel, see, hear even if everyone else is out of touch, I smell it
Two by fours of pine & oak, pounding 16 penny nails through, fire, smokin' dank gorilla glue
So far up to high heaven after a fire in the hole, chemicals of plastic melted, now got bat flu.

Put all of my chips in the kitty, I'm bettin' this is my last hand and I'm bound to win, y'all losers
Not because you want to be, it's an inheritance from random, smooth operations of players
Play on the stage with the actors moving as if they're characters who have intrinsic worth, No!
They do not & they cannot save eternal from it's destiny of victimhood, a creator's hot blow.

Man in the mirror is who I am, a full quiver of arrows and dead-eye target aim, Space's Time
Future and my entire contents of recollections from the past since my conception, for a rhyme
Change of zero to one & one and every Karen & Dick get a millennial life, a sound & black light
Love has something to do with it, being above or below #Woke dreamers too drunk to fight!

Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow may be too late for you and for me, no trouble to see it
To know the Truth is to know nothing more than the rhythm and the beat of the rock and roll
It's a feel like you had when you were born, a strange but attractive noise of beats & twangs
In the Space at any moment in Time, the air will pick up what the vacuum will absorb in fangs.

Dominating the subordinates is natural and the defense is to elicit guilt in the winner's mind
Self worth and unworthy worshiping of witches and warlocks yields the malfunction signed
It's magic, it's the sound of the words, the vibration of the tone and the will, the intent to do
Anything and everything from pole to pole of this planet, nothing else to be makin' y'all blue!

Utters squeezed until the dead air left nothing to the imagination, cow's teats were dead, see
Nothing else but the thirst and hunger left to be dealt with, whether free or imprisoned to be
Fire will burn it to the ground, ashes will allow the Void to reassert it's essence, ad infinitum
Clowns and saints of the holy Creator's disaster we call, Life on Earth, all live & all die in scum.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Friday, April 30th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{  Jammed out of the glue while listenin' to @KennyWayneShepherd 2019 #Rockplast link @ https://youtu.be/VsqCKPoAGHQ }
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#FallinForTheFirstTime #AGAIN #SurroundedBy#@

SPINE TAPPED, DOG GOD'S THRILLER WASTED IN TIME, FADED EUREKA!
You have the two dogs under control so no whining anymore, it's all 'bout the rapid ice drips
Ending up dead and gone is the way of the wise derrieres, who knows this is a scam of trips?
Nothing to worry about after you figure it all out, why you're here and where you're going
After this life, when you can't see or hear anything without a body, a soul full of hood sting.

To whom it won't concern, you all need to know the meaning of the Kool-Aid drunken stupor
Business and pleasure all in one ball of confusion, where you don't know anything but a whore
Sons and daughters meowing like alley cats, gettin' away with the stolen books nobody reads
Words all bustin' a killer rhyme, bad and positive waste of the food digested, know the kids?

Amoeba and paramecium alive in pond scum & Doom, here we are in & out of an A-bomb blow
Neighbors in mean streets, hiding in gangways 'round the corners, slippin' in town down or 7up
Amended the theorems and strapped the heat, put me down in a deep hole, never get out now
It's my mind that's all gone, it's the thing they wanted to punish, the mind slipped, can't get up!

In solitary without paper or pen, just my chit on the walls, stinks but it's what I got, it ain't chit
Babies and old folks who were grand, parental role models to leave their influence on the byte
All too human or divine, above or below the top of the palm and redwood trees, born or abort
Locked in and out of sight, once things themselves have changed enough to become the Squirt.

Thought forming from a movin' program of future and past tenses, presence of being in a daze
In and out of the restaurant to eat the dead animals and plants, left over to Gold's purple haze
Water under the bridge isn't moving any longer, it's frozen & nobody cares except the two dice
Rolled against the wall for craps, snake's eyes or whatever can't win, I'm all in now, I am #Lies!

You got a light?  You got a match?  You need to quench your thirst and satiate your hot hungers
For the diamonds and the gold left over before the gods died and left the kings' pyramid burgers
Wind due to the revolution, the spin and the wobble of the tomb of bones turned dust, oh Earth
Place in outerspace, 93 million miles from vintage conundrums, smooth criminal origin sin birth.

Sundown or sunrise is just the Word for the appearance of the ones blinded by light, mixed it up
Clear truth and innuendo moving you from the ignorance of innocence to the wisdom of the dead
Many lived and left the scribble of their mind on the dead sheets of tree, glued and stapled to Ra
Inside or outside, strokin' the pyramids, buried the source to save it from a bang, dead man hand.

Aces high, I win every time, got a king, a queen and a jack of every suit, it's my kitty, royal flushin'
Cheated once, got shot and killed and now, I always win because I am in charge of this death sin
Repeating the same mistake over and over thinking that it might be different the next time, #tilt
Never play me man, I shake down pinball games, I shiver creepin' into corpse shells, rats, beat IT!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  FRIDAY, April 30th, 2021 Anno Domini
{  Blurted out while listenin' to @MichaelJackson #25DoggoneGirlIsMine link @ https://youtu.be/RVKjERPfE5s  & @BareNakedLadies link @ https://youtu.be/Pv7kodfFXpA }
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#HeadsOrTails @LynyrdSkynyrd @GratfulDead #ItIsDoneAgainAndAgainAdInfinitum

DOWN SOUTH JUKIN' & SUNDAY PANTS ON, DREAMIN' PEACE OF MIND CHIT
It was time to let go of it a long time ago but we wanted to get it on lookin' for a itty bitty piece
Of the mice, men & women who haunt Earth's seven lumps of clay, let it go man, two piece bikini
Tinkering with the traveling in and out of the atmosphere, underwater, inner & outerspace scree
Completely out of this world when you look at it from the point of view of the seers' gold fleece.

Looked everywhere & I swear I may have overlooked one or twenty three odd jobs I quit, let it go
From the bottom of the cleffs to the top of the treble's tremolos and God's damned staccato zen
Mind found in the gold mine where the vein runs from the last place this rock was a star, godson
Pennies to tons of gold transubstantiated from the lead-a-plenty, common & rare as a queer zero.

Everybody who will read and comprehend the flavor of the words, all of y'all are a bull's end hind
Middle of the target for practice & #IRL just to show off the powers that be, the will to polymerize
From one's inherited DNA's mitochondrial signature, an ancestor of One evolved, platinum & gold
It was all about the peace of mind, the rest of the holy soul, your Soul was the First of your kind.

#Woke up and nobody knew I was sleepin' forever so I just played along with the game's trippin'
Mothers, brothers & sisters, sons and daughters, heads up for the duration of your step skippin'
Let it be because it will be the way it is with or without your conjunction with the interjection
It all comes back to you like a boomerang, karma ringin' your bell after your dead of mortal sin.

Among the many sometimes an anomaly returns from a random rearrangement of coded dope
In the beginning it's like it will be at the end, a bunch of atomic smoke on a slippery ski slope
Still Everything is lookin' fine, got lovely ladies that just won't wait, it's time for Muscle Shoals
Party time, at the beach & downtown jukin', taxed on the sand, Gold-Platinum, Skynyrd rolls!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Thursday, April 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:11 PMPST
{  Drafted while listenin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #GoldAndPlatinum on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/m81nzZ_yX3U }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#SymbolicRepresentationOfNothing #ZeroMinusZero #NOTHING'TALL #BatmanAndRobinBest #HealTheBatFeverCoVid19 #NakedCity2022AD #KOOLaidTODAY

REQUIRED INTELLIGENCE, OCCULT KOOLAID STRIKES & BAWLS
Only an infinite chain of fools can keep the movement going, the struggle exists on Earth
In the red or black dirt or yellow gold, interest for the existence of freedom is forlorn, Darth
All of the stars further than our own agree, Earth living the life of civilization back of the bus
Shocking to the empty Void is everything other than nothing, the things themselves rob Us.

The gods ruined Mars, check the Wikileaks on that, you will know sooner or later, IQ distress
Moron and the idiot have merged to become one and the same, a man, a woman, a goddess
Useless and petrified thought in the middle of the junction where petticoats comin' on down
From where they should have stayed, what is wrong with people?  LOLs @Anonymous frown.

This your room in your home away from home, politico-economic pressure, polls of #Wokism
To live without working for the status quo, you had motherless children & fatherless inmates
In charge of running the radio & television shows, to control the masses of migration invasion
This is all you're going to get, the end of the story you know as, your life, your livelihood of Sin.

Not mortal or venial but the original one, the popes and cardinals, bishoprics and high priests
Wanting to be like the evil angel created by the same creator who punished innocent babes
Ignorant of the power of the almighty, the challenger is not equipped to win the game of One
Everything is everything and what it is is what it is or what will we do if it's not?  Nothing, son.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, April 29th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{  Drafted while jammin' to @Armstrong_GettyRadio @KSTE650AM link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#TheSecondAfterTheFirst #QuestionsNotAnswers

c.  MonaLisa @LeonardodaVinci

WHO CAN MAKE GOD A MEME?  MONA MIA CAN DO IT FOR REALS
Nobody but your soul and bones are responsible for your conception in this walk of thug-life
Reason in the dream may not make a difference to the random stimuli that you call alewife
Or husband or just a life partner for the tax write-off, an imaginary allotment to your NFT
Why and when can you start?  Yesterday or tomorrow, today is out of the question for me.

Completely insane but utterly conscious of the requirement for Blind Faith to fake it, happy too
Which witches and warlocks are directing the energy and matter to implode on a mixed brew
From everything that stinks and looks beautiful, the spell is cast and the smoke's on water, see
Full blue moon came up after sundown, everything still remains the same the next day but me.

Power from the explosion containment and a force to blow it all off the face of the Earth, high
Between the windows and mirrors, it's the glass that's left after the fusion of the fission to fly
Wings or just floating in the four winds, purposeless without a will to survive on a putrid matrix
Under control of the polluters who mix the chemicals, warmed and frozen bunch of dumb hicks.

Keep up the pace of moving like a slug or a cheetah, either way the end of the song's the same
Mouth agape, breathless, heartbeat stopped, no coming back to see the world, now that's lame
But an imaginary function of the essence is not necessary, it does what it does, like it or not fool
Screaming at the top of your lungs push of hot air, conclusion deduced, alone and baked in drool.

Now mimi and her chin diaper, it's a place to put it, to not lose it before your time, your timeout
It's gonna happen, the happening is spearheading our faces together in a pool of hot lava's gout
In your limbs and your torso, it's the pattern of your inherited DNA, your microscopic acid of LSD
Trippin' like a fool, the many do well at annihilating the few, dissenters from the extinction scree.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, April 28th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{  Drafted while jammin' to the #ArmstrongAndGetty 6-10 AMPST link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#TwoForADay #PursueYourBack #WatchYourBack @ArmstrongGettyGuffawEnds

GASLIGHT POWER, INSIDER #MASKS OF UGLY AMERICANS, MAGIC WANDS
For the love of the gods who never allow their presence to be sensed by man or beast, to me too
Wait!  What in Hades or down at the core of Earth am I talkin' about?  I'm no pundit, who cares
If I win or if I lose, that's up to me and in the End, Nothing really matters to a fool's idiot progeny
Provocative without any conscience about the good, evil and indifferent divine gods above Blue.

Pouring out every molecule of liquid wisdom and squeezing the leftover atoms in name, little feet
Business and pleasure mixed up in a ball of confusion, you an Id orphan of government mule teats
Pushing the matter through the 208 bones, to remain alive while reclined, injected my asp venom
A wet whistle, a tongue & moist cheeks to lubricate the electric outlet, pizzed off alienated dumb.

Not so grateful that the world they left behind died when they expired, Ends, heartbeat & breath
No need or want to move further than the Unmoved Mover who meditates on Nothing but death
A mess of multiple singularities comprising a Black Hole we call Life on Earth, the Ends, brothers
We be a mere microscopic speck of dust, hot pharts In & Out the gods' excreted, unholy headers.

There was a blue moon only in your mind, an appearance of bent radiation, like God's first idea
Intention for the atheists and agnostics to entertain the notion to remain alive without suicide
Which is a reasonable response to self-realization, relationship between what's above and below
Your mind after your body ceases to be is where, above or below Space's Time, WTF is that now?

Be prepared the American Boy Scouts informed and programmed me, prepare for everything now
After the occurence of your next best friend's or relative's death on Earth, observe your bull, cow
Horns shocked the ape-mind, shots vaccinated my balls in other courts, all for One or none at all
Just the bull fight ahead, #Insider beast marked forehead, dipchit blind faith, a man's humane fall.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, April 28th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{  Drafted while jammin' to the #ArmstrongAndGetty 6-10 AMPST link @ https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/ }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/

#LegTattooOnMyFace #PiningForMySpace @TheRollingStones #StonesTattooYou @FamilyGuy #TheVeryBestPO

FREEDOM AIN'T FREE BABY, PEACE OF MIND WILL BE THE COST, DEADMEN PAID! *
Knowledge is power, I got some knowledge 'bout wisdom that you need to know, a blind super fate
What it is about the subject is the predicate, that's all you need, a glass of vintage wine, a shot of Jack
When you finally arrive at a destination you'll know, always headed that perception since conception
Not only are you where you've always been but also you're goin' nowhere else in this 208 bones' sin.

Now in this future, from a perspective of  madness, the minions' DNA, all too human, bonked 'em
For no reason other than just the lust of gettin' it on, who is present but me to let it all go, jukin' It
Lookin' for the Peace of Mind my daddy never had & my Mama overcame, shootin' scat, know chit
Far away from Mississip & CalExico, overseas in a land of rising sons, awake now #Woke the bum!

Came back to the world back in '74 and that was the day my eyes finally opened, rose my glasses
Saw the third eye in the mirror and it stared right back at me, ad infinitum, got hypnotized, I see?
Tryin' to pick up any woman hangin' around since '69, may even have been 1967, can't recall thee
What I recollect is the religious zealots who enculturated the beast in high school, Peter's #papas!

So from the mean streets of Chicago that I loved from zero to nineteen Earth spins of the sea tea
Orbits around the sun the first 19 times had no effect on my psyche but the next 50 years, I seen
While I was sippin' some wine, I had an epiphany and saw the reason why I'm alive, here and now
Not even a scintilla of a doubt about it, this is an accident, Life' cosmic accident, worry, be happy.

Time to let it all go, forget about it, for instant peace of mind, survival of the fittest, gang bangin'
Hung around with the teenage philosophers and the technical instructors of elitist basic trainin'
Learned how to shave and spit shine my combat boots up with my dress blues and ribbon salad
On the way to the war and back again a couple times, liked, no loved 20,000 mile combat ballad.

there was a tidbit of unknown wisdom left out in the wide open, back of the ol' hound dog bus
I have the independence day right here in front of your face, Ala, God, Deus or Don Juan Matus.
HIgh on grass or on peyote vision TV, trippin' in an LSD-25 haze, purple, strawberry mesacalito
Fine, it's all over and you got the cure, forget about all the trippin' inside your cranium, BLOW!

Like the bacteria and virus we've evolved from, we're now the conveyors of the thing itself
Love and being alive for the show is all well and good but why?  It's a journey, enjoy the ride
It's a short one when you look back on it, a hundred years or even fifty, a child's only play
It's dark and then it's light, you see the light or you're blinded by it, conscious of USA today.

Down in a swamp or up the hill on the mountainside, planet's dirt & bloody damned deadheads
You and me in an ocean of deserts, wet and dry leftovers from a Big Bang of gas, God's hind end
High or low frequencies and wavelengths of radiation from the God of gods, a divinity's dreads
Admit it, Mystery is, there ain't One, better live for today for Peace of Mind, a right angle bend.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, April 26th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:59 AMPST  *ChuckedInTheClay
{  Drafted listenin' to @LynyrdSkynyrd #DownSouthJukin' in an infinite loop before @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow @ 06:00 - 10:00 on @KSTE650AM ...link to #LynyrdSkynyrdGreatestHits #CurtisLoewBallad @ https://youtu.be/71qaX05-ArM }
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#MiddleOfADeadEndRoad * 4:20 < or = to IV/XX * #NealYoung2021archives @Temptations #BallOfConfusion etc, etc, etc...

4:20 ROMAN TIME, PICKIN' & GRINNIN' IN MARGARITAVILLE
Pleased by the facts of life that the sun, one of a billion stars, never moves up or down to goons
Just burns up the atoms of things themselves, approved of or like it or not, they're gods screwin'
You can't take any of it with you when you die, it's an undeserved gift token, an accidental tour
Of the high & mighty gravitational collapse, cracked skin, stretched out strings, needle & spoons.

Terrific and terrifying at one and the same time, at 4:20 twice every day, dawn & sundown jive
Miracles and just common, everyday causes and effects of things happening to satiate the beast
In everything and all those things in the middle of nowhere with nothing better to do than Live
Sweet concoctions yielding the happiness & beauty gracing Time in outerspace with me at least.

Emotions and tattoos all over the surface that's skin tight for six decades, edge of town still dark
Wrinkled and out of the elastic plastic, the rubbernecker bags of bones, blood and head brain
Monkeys genuflect for nobody but men do, kings & queens get it without an X-box, cancel a cult
Long and tall has an inequality between being parallel or perpendicular to Orion sword, star belt.

Sex puts you here like it or not, don't get the power of the evil ones who want to kill God's gift
Each and every one of the hunters and gatherers get a slice of Time and they defecate Tic Tocs
Awakened or in a somnambolistic, zombie state of being, walking and talking on every 3rd shift
In the gravitational collapse, in the singularity, in the holy hole of an invisible spirit, I'm One fox!

My lady is the perfect fit for the last piece of the puzzle, in the groove as it should be, it's a wrap
Gigs are all dried up from the dehydration of the seven seas, dry salt left to kill the dirty words
Not with soil but with the mind of the listener, it's right there that the infraction records crepe
Paper processed from the bottom of dead tree pulp, no print or cursive in the mind of the herd.

Groovin' inside of the inner circle where nobody but me resides, as a turtle does, out of sea shells
Breathe in and out with full confidence that it's your fuel to animate the unmoved and kill words
Wait until the pitch blackness over the water on a new moon night, a place for Nothing but birds
Unwelcome to fish in the sea and most crawling, jumping & flying prey in anti-gravity dumbbells.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Sunday, April 25th, 2021 @ 1:11 PMPST
{  Drafted while listenin' to #Superstition by @StevieWonder & other jams on iHeartRadio link @ https://www.iheart.com/artist/marvin-gaye-1489/ for your edification, enjoy & be aware, this record will self-destruct once you're read it!  }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

@BozScaggs #JoJo & etc, etc, etc.... #ShootToThrill @ACDC #IAintYourTeacherFatherMotherSisterBrother @BobDylan #Jokerman #1976Desire @BruceSpringsteen #LIVE

DROPPED A LOANED DIME ON YOUR UNDERTAKER
For the sake of being alone in the universe, I am what matters to Adam's kin, sun mortal sins
Sucked to be conceived & born on Earth, rollin' die is way better than soul extinction to score
Blind faith in the moments and minutes you blowin' horns and beatin the stretched out skins
Geysers and volcanoes above the highest mountain peaks & below the Mariana Trench core.

Perfectly elevated and properly grounded to the nature of the beast and the angelic food tray
Served up without prejudice, all of the souls are empty and invisible, without Man, gods sunk
All of the women and men get nothing after this lucky break of a good, bad or ugly life funk
Burned to a crisp because I felt so cool that you looked my way and let me drive you to dunk.

Shakin' out the dreams, runnin' down the sixes and the nines, covered & #Woke of the herd
Check out the pyramid and the prism, send the light through the quadratic form, flip the bird
Higher than black stars, billions of miles away, galactic leftovers of a Big Bang, it ain't my fault
I'm just sayin' to each and every one of the lucky who get a quick proof read of the gold vault.

It's gonna be a screwball that nobody can hit out the park, it moves goofy like a wet spitball
It's just a knuckle ball actin' like a slider sinkin' and you'll see it every time, 'cause of the fall
Beaten & then risen, 208 bones originated from One cell meeting true love in a holy temple
Our mother the Earth, the woman who bore us in deep, sacrificial devil pain, so be humble.

What can allow the ignorant and the mortal to be in charge of every cell in "The Struggle"
To be alive as a slave or a master is an illusion of your historical, written and oral words up
From a deaf, dumb and blind baby to the Ivy League PhD, philosophy is always what it is
Bringin' a reason for being alive & the nature of the unknown, blind faith's place to kiss.

Keep saving your money so you can let someone else spend it and cash in on finale scenes
Could have been your labor and your time spent working for The Man or the Myth of Urs
Wisdom of the women who control the narrative of their sons, brothers & video hackers
Coming into the cage, into the rink of ice or a slab of fiberglass atoms blown to smithereens.

You just saved your own life as a survival instinct, you ceased staring at my body and soul
I'm goin' to engage you for a moment and offer a sacrifice to the gods for overnight FDX rice
Just because I thought IT was so pretty & smart, #BlackFishing exclusive attention to a hole
Before me was the gaping vacuum and it was completely black and unlit by fire, cold as ice.

Bag a billionaire, still die in a box or an urn buried or spread about a broken promise platform
Of the men and women who push the air and food down our baby throats, matter & a Form
Completely right and never, ever wrong, the mamas and papas brought on the glee & doom
For one reason or another, agreed to by wild & innocent on Springsteen's E Street bedroom.

That is where the dream begins and ends, in the bed undercovers of satin, a scent of lavender
In the End, when there's nothing left to sense, when the brain and the mind leave the matrix
A herd & a pack have the first move of a pawn or a knight on the chess board of Lucifer City
Dark angel loses a war with the light angels and still gets rewarded with tempting humanity.

It is your mind that will die someday, with or without the fear of becoming extinct, it will be
Whose fault is it in the left over pool but your own mothers and fathers, a pool of DNA genes
Random recombination and a recessive gene to support the species extinction, has been born
Where the baby is born in the jungle?  It cannot be known by infidels' love, snake pit bosom.

Princes and popes all raised clenched fists, covered by white leather gloves, Truth dogs of war
I'm always a step ahead to win & never lose a battle, win all wars near or far, beyond the door
Here's a joke you'll either laugh at or maybe not, you may not grasp the irony, maybe a joke
From my lips to the divinity's ears is not an option, who supplies revolutionary war?  A Nuke!

Witches and warlocks are all up in arms over the Ends coming without their input, doomday
Snakes will end their temptations in the garden of Eden & atomic mass will atrophy, I do say
What was your duty other than beat drums and tambourines on the dark side of moon shine
Zone of twilight wrapped it all up in a nice conglomeration, Nothing really does Matter, Fine!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, April 25th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{  Drafted one step ahead of the black hole suckin' @SodomAndGomorrah behind me & listenin' to @BobDylan #Jokerman on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/1XSvsFgvWr0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?