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PLANTS MOVING THINGS UNIFIED ala NOTHING

In no small way will you come to know the reason for wisdom and knowledge yet

Neither tomorrow nor yesterday will ever be today, absolute truth can’t be a debt

Full disclosure of any reason at all for life on Earth would be Truth, accidental trip

Today makes no difference, y’all will deteriorate physically and disappear mentally.

Y’all is you & I, nobody gets out of this matrix alive with recollection, you nor me

Living high as the atmosphere allowed me to be, peace & quiet all my M.O., to be

As above, so it is below, black empty space between my ears as well as interstellar

My mistake is human, not divine but as below, it’s created from above, coded scar.

Sang hymns inside my mind’s eye, tuneage and eclectic modification of a holy soul

Kept invisible & non-existent, but tracks on the trail left no doubt, I’m a black hole

Nothing of atomic matter allowed in the confines, it’s all extracted via live stream

Fictional words obfuscate the clarity of reasonable conclusions, Man’s wet dream.

Made-men flipping off the powers-that-be, sneaks and freaks mated to be at one

Merged RNA produces the zygote with the coded DNA, incubated daughters & sons

You will die sooner than later before the Earth succumbs to the #TinyPeep reverse

Tell me something bad or good, either way at least I hear your voice in a hearse.

Feel the way to the End is a crap shoot, lucky or not in the end, it’s over, all’s caput

Rollin’ sevens and elevens so much I can never roll the snake eyes, no pain is afoot

All the reason to be here & now, to be so happy that only death itself can tweak it

Power and it’s effect is the feeling and appearance, all too human, He, She and It.

Light an dark wavering between the 24/7/365, only awake being woke for 16 of 24

Dance or slither, fly or jump high up in every way, time passes in Space, heretofore

Matter and energy accelerated up to 2025 AD, Time slowing down to a snail’s pace

Love while alive, you’ll miss me when I’m gone, I shall create one, GROK X-SPACE.

Nothing at all personal although I know you’ll never forget my tin words inside a tete

Everybody ever living knows one thing for sure, you gotta go to deep sleep, like a pet

You gotta put ‘em all on down, humane they’ve told me over & over again, y’all see

Last prison of one, the last, I’ll be the next I put to sleep, @120 by then, 2071 A.D.

Down or uptown girls do what they do because they’ve got no time to lose, unatoned

Angels can’t sing in heaven or hell, they've no voice, they’re an faux, ethereal illusion

Young & innocent fears of the unknown are assuaged by the fairy tales of the boned

Ancestors now dead & gone without a trace, 'cept a stone & hermetic seal, It's done.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, 9-4-2025 Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Crafted in utero over 74 years ago, in what my mama done told me on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ElaxZnaBzPc?si=p9YDlE97RT1PntxU }

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