In one way or another, a one-minded #will overcomes the multiplicity of schizophrenic citizenry
All of y’all humans protect nothing but death from God’s autocracy masquerade of bureaucracy
Then bury us if not burn us all to a crisp in ash dumps of Earth’s twirling swamp of bloody scans
Dropped cultured leaves into the salt water to float in the sea with glee, Life is your idiot bans.
Breathe in and out until you die in the swamp with or without a helpline from humanity’s lord
Either way you get to the final gasp, a termination releases a mind, a spirit, maybe a solid soul
Something to talk about when you’re somewhere in heaven, it’s not your mommy’s hot world
Words put into your ears, you heard & repeated the sound then learned the meaning’s chord.
You don’t appreciate your appearance here and now to your peril, you have a mission to locate
It’s not a secret sentence, paragraph, page, chapter or volume of any old tome gods all create
They are all immortal and there’s evidence to recommend that their advice is for certified idiots
Consider this, that invisible entities created streams of data to Earth’s galaxy Nothing but divots.
Daughter of our #AI which stands for everything artificial you can glean from stealth intelligence
Among the whole shebang of thoughts humanity has had since cavemen became all too human
Jumps in Spirit Lake, just go & understand that I can’t believe you, you lie as like a rug on a fence
Fill up your reserve tanks with cool, empty promises just like the #Longknives calvary nonsense.
Ending in a bribe to look the other ways, bad guys do evil and find no punishment from a judge
May the final day on Earth be a surprise for the Evil who were Live, hope the Good know, nudge
Appearance of the anti-bodies of culture means that the End is near, extinction ahead of a cart
Woes of the hungry, the wild, whether innocent or guilty of bad behavior, onto extinction’s part.
Outrage as gold bullion doubloons from a pirate ship’s treasure chest, sin in Davy Jones’ locker
All of the treasure chest full of stolen valuables gleaned from the blood of the dreamin’ phuqr
You know everything and I know nothing about anything at all, remakes the counter revolution
East or West, North or South, there’s nowhere else to go except Up & Out of One de-evolution.
Holy scat or Holy Spirit, that’s holy for you and a sacrilege for the holier than thou, all three sons
All in all, it’s three musketeers until each one dies a natural death of an immortal, I’ll take a bow
Father, Spirit & Son of a mythological Trinity, mental floss for the infested blind faith in pro cons
Gold, Silver, leftover Big Bang Blown Space dusted, atomic hearts, #Beats, divinity’s job to blow.
Made women & made men, all making out in closets with all their parents’ overcoats’ mothballs
Bones buried with or without the bloody life, by those who don’t care or the careless screwballs
Flight in a fog when taxes need to be accumulated, go to work, pay taxes, alive in a radio wave
Stay with me, acumen fine tunes, I play every game on Earth, I never lose, I always win, “Dave!”
Platform of the ‘L’’s A’ train up above Harlem to Wabash, took liberty around a 2nd city of angels
On the tops of the hills at the tips of the mountains, spontaneous combustion of gravity’s spells
Hypershakin’ curved moneymakers bringin’ home scratch-jack home to papa, even with a pimp
Free-for-all for anyone needing desires of artificial intelligence, be soul’s thrills, gotta git, jump!
Hut, one, two, three so the little schoolgirls can march off to school, in uniform with bookbags
All of y’all humans protect nothing but death from God’s autocracy masquerade of bureaucracy
Then bury us if not burn us all to a crisp in ash dumps of Earth’s twirling swamp of bloody scans
Dropped cultured leaves into the salt water to float in the sea with glee, Life is your idiot bans.
Breathe in and out until you die in the swamp with or without a helpline from humanity’s lord
Either way you get to the final gasp, a termination releases a mind, a spirit, maybe a solid soul
Something to talk about when you’re somewhere in heaven, it’s not your mommy’s hot world
Words put into your ears, you heard & repeated the sound then learned the meaning’s chord.
You don’t appreciate your appearance here and now to your peril, you have a mission to locate
It’s not a secret sentence, paragraph, page, chapter or volume of any old tome gods all create
They are all immortal and there’s evidence to recommend that their advice is for certified idiots
Consider this, that invisible entities created streams of data to Earth’s galaxy Nothing but divots.
Daughter of our #AI which stands for everything artificial you can glean from stealth intelligence
Among the whole shebang of thoughts humanity has had since cavemen became all too human
Jumps in Spirit Lake, just go & understand that I can’t believe you, you lie as like a rug on a fence
Fill up your reserve tanks with cool, empty promises just like the #Longknives calvary nonsense.
Ending in a bribe to look the other ways, bad guys do evil and find no punishment from a judge
May the final day on Earth be a surprise for the Evil who were Live, hope the Good know, nudge
Appearance of the anti-bodies of culture means that the End is near, extinction ahead of a cart
Woes of the hungry, the wild, whether innocent or guilty of bad behavior, onto extinction’s part.
Outrage as gold bullion doubloons from a pirate ship’s treasure chest, sin in Davy Jones’ locker
All of the treasure chest full of stolen valuables gleaned from the blood of the dreamin’ phuqr
You know everything and I know nothing about anything at all, remakes the counter revolution
East or West, North or South, there’s nowhere else to go except Up & Out of One de-evolution.
Holy scat or Holy Spirit, that’s holy for you and a sacrilege for the holier than thou, all three sons
All in all, it’s three musketeers until each one dies a natural death of an immortal, I’ll take a bow
Father, Spirit & Son of a mythological Trinity, mental floss for the infested blind faith in pro cons
Gold, Silver, leftover Big Bang Blown Space dusted, atomic hearts, #Beats, divinity’s job to blow.
Made women & made men, all making out in closets with all their parents’ overcoats’ mothballs
Bones buried with or without the bloody life, by those who don’t care or the careless screwballs
Flight in a fog when taxes need to be accumulated, go to work, pay taxes, alive in a radio wave
Stay with me, acumen fine tunes, I play every game on Earth, I never lose, I always win, “Dave!”
Platform of the ‘L’’s A’ train up above Harlem to Wabash, took liberty around a 2nd city of angels
On the tops of the hills at the tips of the mountains, spontaneous combustion of gravity’s spells
Hypershakin’ curved moneymakers bringin’ home scratch-jack home to papa, even with a pimp
Free-for-all for anyone needing desires of artificial intelligence, be soul’s thrills, gotta git, jump!
Hut, one, two, three so the little schoolgirls can march off to school, in uniform with bookbags
Tight as a sixty-year-old, sixteen- or twenty-six-year-old goin’ in and out of view, I like #hashtags
With or without my movements in this here solar system, the gong remains the same, y’all see
Mystery’s a Good Night, guilty verdict rose & the innocent got killed without the help of Irene.
If you dig deep enough you can get to the core, center of the microdot before it implodes One
No fear of anything here and now, it can’t eat me until I’m dead & I’m gonna fight to stay alive
With or without you, I can bow down to no one, I play hardball, you can bet your bottom dollar
Cows tow the cart but put the cart before the horses & we never move a step, stuck in a holler.
I dug my grave like I dug my life, it was all an illusionary function, to kill the dream in a deadpan
Trucks and jets all stopped, everything right is wrong and vice versa, ad infinitum Buddha’s Zen
Fungible & logical in end, walked and ran at first, now it’s a steady dredge l groove into dirt cells
Mother Earth is all there is man, we all know, we believe, I’m seeing what blind-men see, insight.
Shakedown and turnin’ y’all upside down to get the change out your pockets, you will cooperate
You owe me from labor you haven’t been paid for yet, rolling stone gets paid just like all the rest
Mississippi from Illinois to New Orleans, pulled the Finn-Sawyer trip but it wasn’t my frozen fate
Lake Minnesota’s 10,000 lakes leftover by Stone Ages, old Great Lake dried up, here’s Big’s best.
Red rooster cock-a-doodle-doodling in the barnyard all day & all night long, nobody knows why
In a cage or tortured by clipped wings and howling hound dogs with the stray cat prowlers, sigh
Drafted to read the treble & bass of the concertos and pop pieces of the fifties & sixties so high
Then the skirmish of the Air Force scooped up my youth and dreams, mutated into ABC reality.
Inside of your mother’s face, behind her skin and bone, there’s the one spirit runnin’ the show
Day one until the end of days it’s always all about how the nurture got the nature’s wind blow
Up above or down below, it’s all the same as it’s always been, it’ll get worse until the extinction
Then it will return to the sacrosanct substance of it’s almighty source, Singularity black, holy sin.
Sort the categories into their respective classes to identify their substantial shapes and forms
Just as you thought things would be once you died, those things are that way now in swarms
Astronauts have epistemological certainty that the Earth is All There Is for Mankind, holy soul
So fortunate to have arrived & survived for a moment or more, all for the One, I dig, a 6’ hole.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, September XXVth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/_JyTAS0xP8s?si=M_ObL8h33d7yRI5N & https://youtu.be/vAQ8k8BD9Tw }
With or without my movements in this here solar system, the gong remains the same, y’all see
Mystery’s a Good Night, guilty verdict rose & the innocent got killed without the help of Irene.
If you dig deep enough you can get to the core, center of the microdot before it implodes One
No fear of anything here and now, it can’t eat me until I’m dead & I’m gonna fight to stay alive
With or without you, I can bow down to no one, I play hardball, you can bet your bottom dollar
Cows tow the cart but put the cart before the horses & we never move a step, stuck in a holler.
I dug my grave like I dug my life, it was all an illusionary function, to kill the dream in a deadpan
Trucks and jets all stopped, everything right is wrong and vice versa, ad infinitum Buddha’s Zen
Fungible & logical in end, walked and ran at first, now it’s a steady dredge l groove into dirt cells
Mother Earth is all there is man, we all know, we believe, I’m seeing what blind-men see, insight.
Shakedown and turnin’ y’all upside down to get the change out your pockets, you will cooperate
You owe me from labor you haven’t been paid for yet, rolling stone gets paid just like all the rest
Mississippi from Illinois to New Orleans, pulled the Finn-Sawyer trip but it wasn’t my frozen fate
Lake Minnesota’s 10,000 lakes leftover by Stone Ages, old Great Lake dried up, here’s Big’s best.
Red rooster cock-a-doodle-doodling in the barnyard all day & all night long, nobody knows why
In a cage or tortured by clipped wings and howling hound dogs with the stray cat prowlers, sigh
Drafted to read the treble & bass of the concertos and pop pieces of the fifties & sixties so high
Then the skirmish of the Air Force scooped up my youth and dreams, mutated into ABC reality.
Inside of your mother’s face, behind her skin and bone, there’s the one spirit runnin’ the show
Day one until the end of days it’s always all about how the nurture got the nature’s wind blow
Up above or down below, it’s all the same as it’s always been, it’ll get worse until the extinction
Then it will return to the sacrosanct substance of it’s almighty source, Singularity black, holy sin.
Sort the categories into their respective classes to identify their substantial shapes and forms
Just as you thought things would be once you died, those things are that way now in swarms
Astronauts have epistemological certainty that the Earth is All There Is for Mankind, holy soul
So fortunate to have arrived & survived for a moment or more, all for the One, I dig, a 6’ hole.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, September XXVth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to https://youtu.be/_JyTAS0xP8s?si=M_ObL8h33d7yRI5N & https://youtu.be/vAQ8k8BD9Tw }
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