SEND IN THE TEXAS RANGERS
Sequence of the events incorporated in the divine or mortal delusional illusion
Are in a linear fashion never going backward into the past, Time moves Reason
Looking at the wasted days and nights in the future of creating garbage on Earth
We either find out that a universe is infinite or uncover nothing occult post-birth.
Problems in paradise you may not know that you have, first train the babies well
If you don’t you’ll get a revolution to break down the civilized back to savage hell
Baking your face to your feet in the oven of hot sun baking you inside of thin skin
But also who said not only this but that and therefore, I am and exist in mortal sin.
Not my fault that I get paid to ring your bell, you’re the one who’s reading into it
Simply, I state unambiguously that I shall convolute you and your mother’s spit
It’s where the DNA is, they swabbed mine out of my cheek, it was mine, you ain’t
Now then, I think I know who the mighty father who your Madre of Zeus plunked.
In a test-tube, in a laboratory at the University of Funkdom called HOME, Ego & Id
Raised up out of the mud, blood & beer their ancestors left behind, called The Kid
As if living in this dream is more than that, yet it’s no more and it ain’t our fault
All we do is all we can do, live happy & die in peace, unknown rubber soul vault.
You & your immediate family are a minuscule slice of the whole human DNA pie
So were your own great, great, great grandparents who may not have had to die
Just because they & your parents’ parents’ parents were able to survive for a bits
Doesn’t guarantee you or I will be able to do it, Law is the Order of nekid ape-men.
Pumps full of gas & wells full of oil, ready to burn & change everything it fears
Now or little bit later matters a lot, it is a significant point so shed some tears
Pole to pole, an infinite spin & wobble rock this dirt, H2O leftover mud slingers
High above this planet’s stratosphere, men & some women have been ringers.
Species deteriorates at the rate of fatherless children increases, high society can’t
Make it better or worse, we never married society either the high or the low one
But by the guilt of association we all need to fix the problem so you can have fun
You think somebody owes you when nobody does, your last gasp leaked the Rant.
Idiots, numb skulls, morons, fools too, all the above & probably a secret gang-crew
The aforementioned have no capacity to comprehend the Truth about why we live
Why we die will never be thought of at all, take life for granted, color checked blue
Fears & brave ones who stare gods down will also eliminate threats for me & you!
by
Are in a linear fashion never going backward into the past, Time moves Reason
Looking at the wasted days and nights in the future of creating garbage on Earth
We either find out that a universe is infinite or uncover nothing occult post-birth.
Problems in paradise you may not know that you have, first train the babies well
If you don’t you’ll get a revolution to break down the civilized back to savage hell
Baking your face to your feet in the oven of hot sun baking you inside of thin skin
But also who said not only this but that and therefore, I am and exist in mortal sin.
Not my fault that I get paid to ring your bell, you’re the one who’s reading into it
Simply, I state unambiguously that I shall convolute you and your mother’s spit
It’s where the DNA is, they swabbed mine out of my cheek, it was mine, you ain’t
Now then, I think I know who the mighty father who your Madre of Zeus plunked.
In a test-tube, in a laboratory at the University of Funkdom called HOME, Ego & Id
Raised up out of the mud, blood & beer their ancestors left behind, called The Kid
As if living in this dream is more than that, yet it’s no more and it ain’t our fault
All we do is all we can do, live happy & die in peace, unknown rubber soul vault.
You & your immediate family are a minuscule slice of the whole human DNA pie
So were your own great, great, great grandparents who may not have had to die
Just because they & your parents’ parents’ parents were able to survive for a bits
Doesn’t guarantee you or I will be able to do it, Law is the Order of nekid ape-men.
Pumps full of gas & wells full of oil, ready to burn & change everything it fears
Now or little bit later matters a lot, it is a significant point so shed some tears
Pole to pole, an infinite spin & wobble rock this dirt, H2O leftover mud slingers
High above this planet’s stratosphere, men & some women have been ringers.
Species deteriorates at the rate of fatherless children increases, high society can’t
Make it better or worse, we never married society either the high or the low one
But by the guilt of association we all need to fix the problem so you can have fun
You think somebody owes you when nobody does, your last gasp leaked the Rant.
Idiots, numb skulls, morons, fools too, all the above & probably a secret gang-crew
The aforementioned have no capacity to comprehend the Truth about why we live
Why we die will never be thought of at all, take life for granted, color checked blue
Fears & brave ones who stare gods down will also eliminate threats for me & you!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, July IIIrd MMXXIII Anno Domini
{ Crafted in effigy of #Criminality & #CorporalPunishment, replaced by immediate execution by Poison Ivy Scratching & listenin’ to an Infinite Loop of #AlbertKing & #StevieRayVaughan LIVE link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/P7A12LuA8-U }
c. Lundi, July IIIrd MMXXIII Anno Domini
{ Crafted in effigy of #Criminality & #CorporalPunishment, replaced by immediate execution by Poison Ivy Scratching & listenin’ to an Infinite Loop of #AlbertKing & #StevieRayVaughan LIVE link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/P7A12LuA8-U }
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