#Prefabrication #DreamOnWokeUpDown #StepDown #StepUp #StepHan

Sincere prefabrication
Can you all please shut your pie hole for several moments, enough for me to cut a piece for me
Creeps that follow the refused garbage of the users of all things created from the Scratch’s cavity
You know why but you can’t admit the reason for being alive, accidentally collided with big rocks
In and out of consciousness’ narrow way of being, on the path where the past disappears, locks.

Nothing that you couldn’t handle if you were warned but beware, you won’t see it comin’ down
It will be right in front of your face whether you’re ready or not, it’s a Red Rover comin’ on over
Outerspace or down inside of the DNA’s molecular, atomic essence, absolute zero’s way of Zen
On until it’s turned off in random succession to the killers and creators of the holy hole we’re in.

Friends or strangers, anybody is soon to be gone before they know it, hate my reminder old God
Way gone, far away from the original Singularity or a pinpoint of all there is, a head of a needle
Pierce the body with whatever will ruin the whole shebang, probe into the heart & soul mate Id
Marks underneath the scars and tattoos that you thought were just artwork, I was, the bad kid.

Now just the bad dude, unseen, undercover of the clothes that hide the naked fool’s rubber soul
Contents disappeared, disintegrated, forgotten without retrieval tools, now we all rock and roll
Danced to the boom boom boom, beats on the offbeat to mark the nature of the Truth, stealth
Either nobody knows and they’re all lying or somebody knows and they’re silent, still in health.

Voice over the empty space can be heard by nobody, can’t hear without an audio engineer kit
Ears wide open and able to translate noise into logical sequences of nonsense for lips to spit
Not only is this a failed experiment in species extinction but also Earth’s hell, annihilated ‘em
Without a license, humanity punishes the judges when we get our prehensile hands on them.

Therefore, if & only if that is all you’ve got to go on, it’s clear to see that the unknown remains
An X factor of the Y factor to create the fabulous reason for being all too human, mama’s men
Boys were babies and in the end, whimper for another draw of breath past the doom of the last
See it all before you can’t see it anymore, liars pants are on fire, days & nights a-spinning, too fast.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June XX5th  MMXXIII AD @ 911 CST
{ Created while jammin’ to @ChicagoBand HITZ link @ https://youtu.be/XIw0kKthvkw }
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