1st SEVENTH SON
ANTHROPOMORPHIC DIVNITY
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Visiting the home plate once every game as I hit one for fifty games in a row, all time world's record
Blood ran cold right after the corpus dialectics ceased and the word was made flesh to rot in hell's fjord
Hopping right along on the longitude and latitude of the monster, empty shell of a moon, no sphere Man
We sent men to the moon and they walked around to the dark side where the action is, all too human sin.
Moon is a flat disc with nothing inside nor around the dark side, just you & a billion cells of H2 TNT
Fixed it before our births to the mothers of the inventions, wheels to roll the illusion off of it's axis chit
Fingers you have before you use the two thumbs for a hitchhike down the road to perdition, laugh it up
Downside is you didn't have to come here at all, you could have remained in the empty Void of a hiccup.
Pea brains so small their nearly invisible & impossible to judge the morality of the too bad they're ugly
Bad like the evil backward spelling of live, it's the positive and negative of the Yin and Yang of the sea
Seven of 'em left from the only Big Bang we've been able to surmise, how it all got here to be you & me
My blood runnin' cold as I laid my way down the middle path, too far left to be a Marxist-Leninist scree.
Punch me in the face & then expect the retaliation of death in you lifetime, as soon as possible, right now
Mary came out to make the God feel better, pain & suffering was all she saw, wiped the face & the brow
Reward at the bottom of heaven's stairs, waiting for the ascension into the Null & Void, cemetery stone
Bums and wealthy genius' consolidated the cold blood, ran it up the pole, it's one X & one Y unknown.
You are the aircraft comin' in for a landing, you're running low on fuel, you have no auto-pilot aboard
Walkin' from fore to aft, the dream seems to be getting real, a reality that won't be around me, oh lord
Being and nothingness defined and absorbed into the matrix, hulls left over & hearts beating ghosts up
Preconceived, I thought I could claim the shame & release the hounds for my loved ones' winners cup.
Dilute your contents into the ovaries reversal of cosmic order, before conceptions' deception, high five
Visit the homes of the leaders of the packs, then return them to their sender, it's the way it is while alive
Submit to the submission and wake up while you're not Woke as yet, suspicion you'll see the Truths' ilk
Money ain't all you need, you need a pass to get around the prisons and gaols' cell-blocks spoiled milk.
Crumbs and splatter left over from the baby's mamas, locations are all unknown, they're everywhere to be
Or not to be, either way it's only a questionable pass-time for irreconcilable differences in the swing's sling
TNT and the nitro-glycerin put the rocks into dust-mode, indifference to the indestructible Pagan Viking
Without supernatural or subterranean presence of beings intent on Good, Evil and being so goddam ugly.
I gotta watch my own back without a mirror, just the head on constant swivel, like a puppet dummy act
Ventriloquist of the linguistic uncertainty y'all and I feel within and without, awaiting irrefutable fact
In the argument for the presence of the thing itself which is a concept, deduced from the holy-chit birth
Birds, cyberspace & visitors from dimensional freeways 360 degrees from the center of the dirty Earth.
Scene is predicated, you are not alone but you think you are, you feel me? My blood's runnin' cold here
This or that thing goes this or that way, then we set back to judge the situation, drinkin' queen's cold beer
Taste and Timing is everything, "I kid you not," but who said that a million times before the 2000 A.D. chit
Dealing cards, playin' chess with the checkers, games without rules, played & always won, I Am the s#It.
Before you leave, pass me the Bogart stash, it's gonna be a fired up piece of the tree, it's naked to reality
Smoked after fired up for one second or two, escalated the sweet something, your highness' deep, red sea
You don't know like I know, that's fine because if you knew you'd die, it'd kill you, your head's in a sling
Bass under & treble over the top, merging two to create a harmony of copper pennies, as if they can sing.
Spare me on the silk and velvet inside of the casket without wine or any provisions for my soul to defecate
On being you instead of me, no contest, no harm & no foul, just lappin' up grease on the cutting floor fate
No memory of me ever being here & now, there & then in the past or the future, down queen & divine king
Pretending this ain't an accident of cosmic, random collisions of atoms, suspicion it's made from a Nothing.
To or from the same old place in Space where the first thought came from, east or west of the north or south
Everywhere a concept can be analyzed within the mind, the brain, the head, that's where it's all at, my mouth
Losing this victory that is always mine to procure, just wanted to share with the less fortunate, everybody's balls
God of the dead, fortunate son of my father who is now in heaven with the rest of the best, mother phuqin bells.
Velvet felt just like the inner sanctum of the sarcophagi we all inhabit as all good aliens do on one last gasp
Smothered like brothers, sisters and their mothers, waiting for the food to appear in the nest from the wasp
Could be the honeycomb or the matrix of no exit, you can't get out of the honeycomb room of divine spats
Pretty girls no can do, not everything can be strong especially the all too human females of the genome, drat!
They'll poison your dinner, push you over the cliff, sucker punch you in the kidneys & the say I'm so sorry too
No it's no mental illness, it's the successful genes of the genome, homo sapiens of the millennia & beyond blue
Space & Time out of the context of spinning masses of dirty rocks in a stuck-up mass of dust, just the facts man
Hard Rocks, Soft Rocks all make the world go spinning around the ecliptic, soul to be @Heart's forbidden fan.
From the spear's point and the bullet's tip, justice is done for the weak and strong who strike first, all losers die
Winners won't die but they will rise above the mud, the blood & the beer to the stratospheric entrance, oh my my
Nothing out there, it's all right here & now, no other things we have no name for, we are the alienable sea of gods
Modern or ancient, wings unhinged, got the hops to jump a foot off the ground, maybe two or three for hotrods.
You're finished at the end zone, the chalk line is drawn on the turf, it's obvious you're an idiot, I'm a One too
Divided and conquered again and again, ad infinitum, where gas blows up electrons, neutrons & protons
Charity is the Love, you hope there's faith in that, if there is no Love, then there's only death's child, the Void
I'm here in it, so are you & so are we all, a moment to sing a tune, The End of the Fear of God, I Am The One.
by
r j j stephan, i
c 4 20 Samedhi 2024 Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST
{ Created from the Void while listenin' to @ZZTOP https://youtu.be/xukdktMcEYU }
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