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THE SKY WEEPS, CANDYBAR CRY LIKE A BABY RUTH

Babies born on this planet's dirty rocks that roll around the sun's heater forever

Turn from nothing to dust and back again, forever without the reason's because

Company of One and a plethora of supporting actors and actresses, him or her

All the just causes of these aftereffects, Big Bangs, Booms & the ending whisper.

Hobos, junkies and their mothers who bore them this tragedy of life & megadeath

It's not just your own ending demise that comes into the picture, it's all the breath

Of gods who think that just because we think, that de facto, we exist, alive in Sins

Mortal and original though they may be, the dead men left the Word in Bookends.

Collected your cards & rare coins, your GIFs & unspent vacuum of NFTs on gods

Of the men's puppets on strings and vermin in cages, this thing itself, it is all It is

Think a second after you lose your conscious awareness forever, you know bloods

Related to the First & Last, alpha & the omega, Nothing is It, holy neighborhoods!

The game begins before you know it's a game, you find out after the play's begun

Reactions to causes of the effects you see, hear, taste, smell & feel, all just for fun

No reason or rhyme to the scenes that confront me, good luck to you, broken toys

Later. . .sweet girls & boys

I lived without you for a century, then for a millennia or two and I landed here, now

On my two feet & lucky enough to make it past the mean streets in alleys of cows

My folks never kicked me out, oh wait, yes they did, I couldn't obey commanders

So, from orders to defend the nation in South Korea to this day, all dead muthers.

For the good, the bad & especially the ugly I cannot pray to the empty unknown

Put a ring on it, the one that gave me The Finger, just for the Hades' overblown

Blowback from the blowjobs that were blown in the final period, win or lose, son

Mighty strong getting through hard times with only a scratch on you, on the run.

Dispatch you to the floor and dream of your parents wiping your moody face off

Not a game, not a joke yet it's a smidgeon humorous that, joke's on a jack's off

Earth spins, wobbles, scat happens at random, intentional cause, to be too high

Not here with the full compliments for the Big Dog, that'll be the day when I die!

Idiots, morons, geniuses and the corpses they all leave behind, graves in gravity

Monkeys, think apes without face hair, covered private parts roamin' 'round a city

Lonely streets and avenues without people, the dogs, cats, cars, busses & trucks

All vanished like the twilight zone turned real in front of my very eyes, surreal flux.

Coming near one last gasp, you never know what happens when It's over, caput

Predicting mouth agape, eyes wide open as if staring at a monster's canine roots

Chewing and swallowing you still alive and full of the soul's spirit, turn a Holy See

Floss teeth, chew gum, freshen breath for social intercourse, Goddess puppetry.

Survive as a thing, part of a species and DNA genome that really doesn't matter

If anything really mattered, the dead who preceded us would have gotten better

But they all died, we buried or burned them all, left their ashes to a second wind

Or locked 'em all in a three lock box to avoid the animal carcass destruction in tin.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, June XII, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted while alive listenin' to @TheGratefulDead #PlayinInTheMexicanSand 5-5-2018 link @ https://youtu.be/2oZ16SCBAr8 }

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