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WHATEVER YOU SAY, I AM YOUR BABY, TRUST ME

Junk thrown out in the dump of the garden of Eden, stabbed archangels fear to mate

Not down on the ground of being, above or below hot rocks of the Earth's holy fate

Umbrellas won't shield you from a downfall of apes, from an ID's ego, all divine DNA

Gods immortally yours but never mine, I'm independent of this Germanic wordplay.

Conquered these orphans who followed the herd's direction without Eves or Adams

To animate at will whichever appetite needed satiation or thirst required Salt of Sea

Ice when it's hot melts into a liquid then evaporates into hydrogen and oxygen atoms

Hiding in trees without ladders or caves without exit or entry, fittest avoid catasrophe.

Common numerator of the single digit denominator, one zero under infinity's cipher

Spun like a planet in orbit about the star that blew it into smithereens, into a revolver

Patricide of the mothers who spawned us from the eggs in the invisible basket cases

Small room in a womb until the conception evolves into a heavy duplication of faces.

Sorority of the fraternaties that assemble the cells into one unit of extinction, funk form

Of men, mice & everything above and below the contraption of the random chaos worm

Beings and forms they inhabit during their lucky shot at a long life, all of it ends in flames

As I am so I will always be, no need for approval from the genome's funk, it's all the same.

Bored until the ennui disspates into a  form that accomodates ill-will, a failure to launch

Diagnosis and prognosis are both unknown since the patient is not the objective of lunch

Death is immanant as is life when the stars haven't atrophied into a void, black arsehole

Darker where the sun don't shine, a fact of life, set of encyclopedia hides a rubber soul.

You know like I know the same things, you can deny what you've believed & you'll see

It won't matter in the long or the short run, the illusion of the way it is remains so free

Until you gasp for the last breath of the struggle, you are gonna fight hell to stay alive

Death to the ones who attempt theft of my life & any innocents, point of my jackknife.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Rocktober XIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 0606 AMPST

{ Kicked this out of the cellar, dropped a bottle of wine & had to drink some shattered glass while listenin' to @MartinaMcBride #WhateverYouSay link @ https://youtu.be/O-47tlPvmuE }

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