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DON'T TEMPT ME, IT'S JUST OVER THE TOPS, BEWARE OF DOGS & GODS

Loathing with an influx of fear of the light's darkness' flight of invisible chit

Atomic molecular formulations of random designs of fools and idiots, that's It

Nothing more nor less than A Truth you searched for since your terrible twos

Maybe you're 80 now & you still don't know anything about Gods or the blues.

Monkeys and gods made the dogs and there they are, down in front & center

Sun shines down with or without a full, new moon, y'all rolling, blinded stones

Quit squinting when you can't see the things at all, you look far away to a sea

Water of hydrogen & oxygen, happy to come inside & outside my skin & bones.

I'm your master, I'll whip you into shape, you'll have scars but you'll obey It

The rule, the law, the categorical imperative from all intricate philosophic chit

Bleeding over the shore lines into the rivers of life that quench Void's thirst

It is what it is whether you're pleased with that or not, nobody GAF at first.

Then you discover your own personal tune to hum along while you blow TNT

In your mother or father or country full of stranger nuns & priests of glee

Followed the birds when they flew in for the trial, every one of them there

Front or back row seats, same day, same ol' way it's always been over here.

You got everything you gave, if you gave nothing, don't be surprised with God

It's One thing itself that remains when it's said & done, I'll remain the same

In the sunshine or under the rainfall that keeps Death honest with my hotrod

Speed don't kill easy, over a hundred in the quarter mile in a 9 flat requiem.

It didn't hit me until all of my sins against my fathers & brothers were SONS

Of fathers from other fathers, I inherited the boulevard's Irish-Sicilian kiss

I'm never alone, only my 208 bones know that, on fire or as cold as ice tryst

Got screwed roughly & aided by soft-hard strong hands, 8 fingers, 2 thumbs.

Gods & evolved dogs & cats who become extinct as cavemen & ship barnacles

Created and destroyed the things themselves, form & matter, full stop bulls

Fighting for the freaks, the bums & the junkies, champion of the world's hum

Same tone of the flats and sharps, the natural A's, B's & C's make It come.

Dodging the act of the insemination and the whisper of conception, how I got

Here and Now, addicted to the water & air, I'll die in the fog & bullets shot

Out of the rifles and pistols or the cannons and missile silos, I pretend to see

It's all about beat, nothing more nor less than the narrow Way, to be of Me!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

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