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LIVING AND DYING ANKH AD INFINITUM

Mike and the gang gone rogue for the sake of civilization, it’s the Christmas flow of fools

Thinking that you can get away with murder & grand theft of your mothers & fathers booty

Let me tell you something in the confessional, you come & you’ll go in a NYC minute’s spiff

High or low, it all winds up underground, buried in the stardirt that’s become dead ash Piff.

Snow falls because it doesn’t go up until it turns to thin air, gas without recycle of the flow

It’s a repetition for no reason other than just because, no reason to doubt about it, go slow

Sleighbells ringin’ & announcing a saint’s in the house, that can’t be seen with four eyes too

Unmarried ‘til married & separated, divorced, ‘til death do y’all part the ‘hood too-live crew.

Wink one eye, you got something in it or you’re signaling for a return smile, set blinks to 182

I’ll go on record as saying that Jesus Christ was no superstar of the revolution vs. the Blue

Mass communicating the dream inside of the God’s head is impossible, just because of it

God ain’t dead since God was never animated as a form of life’s bones and voodoo chit.

Pick your flies out of the air with chopsticks, you can’t do it unless you know you can’t o it

Then and only then you’ll see the open sore of the gash disseminated by the pope’s priests

From altars and confessionals, you see the transformation divine all-human, beast breath

Nothing you can do or say will change the immutable chain of finite events, birth to death.

Talking about God and the unnamed before Zeus & Zarathustra for the minions of humanity

Save nobody but yourself, use the words that you say for the power to transform no divinity

Consciousness comes & goes without any reason at all, saved or punished for Adam’s folk

Die, survive until you do, it’s the way, the narrow one but at least you’re awake & not #Woke.

It’s not mine, it’s not yours & for certain it’s nobody in charge of a thing, this is a Gold sham

I forgot to recall what you can ne’er recollect, it’s a sacred scam to be smashed by a slam

Wealthy poor folks paying with blood, sweat & tears & then the taxes recover what’s left in

Everything above & below is beyond my comprehensive analysis, nothing I know, I am skin.

Rise from the dead when you’re rigor mortis has set in, ruin the future with the Truth’s knife

Just a man to be inoculated with deadly viral infections gifted from the divine Man & wife

Lovers’ fools impact the species survival, random recombinant DNA shuffles the deck Ace

One left out of four, diamond in the rough of Spades, Clubs & Diamonds all up in your face.

You need to know who cares, desire to believe what may or may not be the Truth, It’s Xmas

Time in Space to recollect the thing itself, we’ve been created to be held accountable Bass

Bass fish in the sea, small, some big & some just too low to see in the sea, I, sperm whale

Beating you to the punch, uppercut, left or right cross & a solid slap of Mary Well’s junk ale.

Drank it all and when I drunk, I laid down, passed out & died in my skin & bones, a dillecti

God’s dams keeping the H2O from drowning us in another great flood, we gotta stay high

Above the surface of the drink or we’ll get drunk, without the alcohol of the acid in a cup

Arrested my attention, broke hearts, defecated souls, back into my spot, ain’t god, cop.

What is this something that’s got a hold on me? A pretty face & box of bones all to be free

From me & the rest of the all too human grocery stores, convenience to roll the 7’s & 11’s

Shakin’ the rock & roll between the A’s to the G’s, sharp or flat, major or diminished heaven

All right to feel alright, it’s just doin’ your thing like a fool that stays too long, it’s a mortal sin.

Yours or mine, we can’t get away with murder or grand larceny, there’s a price Karma needs

Mama & papa got nothing to do with your age of reason other than being original mortal sin

Bend over and get bent as trained by the regulating authority, nothing & nobody is in charge

It’s time to rest in peace, I got beer for my horses, shots & spiffs to calm scars all too large.

House of cards falls, be it 52 or 48 in the deck, I can’t stop gravity’s pull to a sanctum pit

Here and now I’ll leave y’all in the muck & mire of pain, suffering & pleasure relief steps

Pills, smoke, positive thought & everything that matters to be or not to be, pie in the sky

Ahead or behind where I am, right here & now, I’ve said enough, said, done, I’m all over it.

Multiplication of hard lines between zero & one, happening comes, y’all get it in the rear

Buckets empty without the blood runs, the spirit ghost smoke gets loose, we turn to s#it

None of us get too far from the rocks & dust on the ground, high or low, mud & bloody beer

For the whole shebang is seen by the aliens, we were them, now we’re Homers in a skit.

I got a posse of hunters for the gold & silicon in the valley, trippin’ the light fantastic ‘til 9

After the darkness falls, stars appear as if they were hiding in plain sight, I breathe-in fine

Bounty of the hunters is the booty we’ve gleaned out of the empty-minded, as I do guffaw

‘til my two lips are too dry to flip phrases that quench the thirst for happiness’ screw, raw!

High and mighty or low or powerless, all above are necessary ingredients for Life on Earth

Life IS elsewhere outside of Earth, yet a moot point, you can’t get there at all, death to birth

Parents, brothers, sisters & everything within the matrix are the gist of the #1 hits of yo’ ass

Set like Jell-O & a pudding, not quite solid nor liquid yet able to transmute it all to pass gas.

Fish jumpin’ & can’t be caught or eaten by the flies & lures of the angler, Man or an alewife

Chance enters, lucky to be here, could have been aborted or miscarried & reincarnated life

Not to be or not to be, it’s no question for us to ask unless we’re got divine inspiration in tow

It ain’t easy, living, The Struggle is immense, only babies cry & get fed, adults down slowly.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi XII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 666 PMPST

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