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MOTHERS IN FLIGHT, TIDE OF WHITe LIGHTENING

Whatever you say, that's the way it is & the way it goes on, we mad?

Or not to be mean, this is going to hurt all because it hurts me so bad

None of us know the Truth about the whole shebang, a suspicious opine

Gods & the empty void of the black hole that matter collapses in Time.

Start with the link to mature and ripe fruits of the vine, survive extinct

Mortal animation of 208 bones grown out of two separate cells to uplink

To merge two into one thing, itself all there is from the conception ink

All codes programmed for maximum efficiency of the evolutionary stink.

Now and then, we all come to this crossroad or another at another time

When our eventual confrontation with the free choice to drop your dime

On nobody alive from the mothers and fathers or sisters' brothers' kin

Composing the finale of the End Times, division begins subtracting a sin.

Mortal and the Original One, laws & commands not obeyed or followed

Art of the Martial, hand, arm, foot, leg, third eyesight bleeds indeed

For the sake of the many, some of the ones who know feign ignorance

To stalk the reality for others who know what's what, I wanna dance.

So, I found the center path to lead nowhere but it's better on flipside

Once you arrive nowhere, you've no choice so insert a dream that died

That dead dream will then come alive as if you gave it life then take it

To the limit where no sound or light can transmit, smells as teen spirit!

Green arrow inside of the target's bullseye wins the contest's flukes

Bow pulled tight & the end is near for all boys & girls orphaned, bleaks

Instead of complaining with no resolution, why not activate your glutes

G-force & momentum crush of the eyeballs into the so-be-its' freaks.

From the cosmic dust you can't see since you are what it is, The End

All the way to the abstractions of conceptual analysis which isn't easy

Harder they fall is the mantra, it's a gravity of graves' dust we bury

Under Earth's dirty, woke diversity, concealed carry to defend/offend.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, July XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 544 AMPST

{ Completed while jammin' to @Bruce_Springsteen link @ https://youtu.be/avOvktGBfSA & postin' this MASTERPEACE on my blog @ https://rjjstephan.blogspot.com/ }

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