WHERE CHAMPIONS ALL BET
ON ONE GENIUS’ DECLINE
Burnt offerings are the only way to sacrifice the fortune of the lucky and well-off
Meaning nothing but you’re on a ride to see what the luck of the draw for you is
Possible and probability limited to the odds of all of the galaxies rollin’ in synch
After a Big Bang of everything gas, liquid & solid, Time is left drainin’ down a sink.
What is Past used to be the Future until it turned into the Present for a split second
Then getting ready for the Future to run out of Presence, unable to reincarnate fun
This must be the recreation of the gases that we embody, mutated into a fool’s soul
Owed nothing once born, but parents & their substitutes, kin or stranger not foul.
Sharp knife and sword for the battle to dispatch more than 40 to 1, I being the only 1
As if it was easy to do, it was not, special technique that is unteachable yet all I have
To be or not to be, I know nothing is true beyond a reasonable doubt, absolutely zero
Fear and loathing of the facts of life prevented my parents divulging that I am The Hero.
Of, by or without my essence, faux world continues to spin & wobble, my holdout chips
Mortal, too human, a gas sucker & liquid iron bleeder, consumer of dead & gone atoms
Pretending to be normal is easy when every single thing is the same, you, me and things
Wishing three times or a million stabs at the dream to come true, in the end, bell rings.
Cutting and slicing the thin skin & arterial network into microchunks of all too human gibs
Burnt cross hair in the BBQ flame, watched the skin and bone like the chicken wings & ribs
Played the horseshoe throw and drank the Kool-Aid until my tongue turned green & orange
Ready or not, I prematurely came to a conclusion, #OrangeMan created of yellow & green.
Slappin’ the bass, ticklin’ 88’s while the lead & rhythm fills in the beats of beatnik Godsends
Party line on my landline and my i-phone’s laser focused on promulgating infant safety pins
Crossin’ the lines that are imaginary in the first place and then returning back to the origins
Matter & Energy were squared into tachyons, matrix bent & now y’all can just get the Benz.
Playing the games with the rules that cannot be broken by any human on Earth, just winning
Every time no matter who the opponent is, they’ll fall to the winner, always a loser whining
As if they could compete with the master, being the pretender as above, so below, so grim
Sudden impact of a kiss, of lips while my eyes were wide open, didn’t wanna trip a scrum.
All of the above and neither the whole Truth nor nothing but the Truth applies, it’s above law
Before good and evil were mutated out of a divine love for creating forms from nothing new
Lies & the reverse can be good, bad or ugly, progenitors all teenagers of low IQ, deficit chit
They’re thrust into being in close proximity, school strangers, it’s promoting intimate shyt.
After a century, the hosts have perished & left progeny to seek survival or extinction’s price
Life as we know it, nobody’s ever known any difference as the 1st peoples had evolved RNA
Assuming the best and the worst is better than the alternative being lost in deep Space play
First of all, Nothing ever produced anything, things come from things not from Nothing ice.
Murder happens before you eat something, alive moments or weeks before, monster hands
Tell me eating and defecating is anything other than a cover up for defalcating the hero fans
Minced meat used to be bloody muscles and organic matter of Earth forms, alien’s cosmos
Drunk & full of dark hubris within caused by all that is outside, evil is live backwards, Moe’s.
In the final theory we may glean from the assimilation of every point of view, full spectrums
From light’s ultraviolet waves to the infrared frequencies gleaned from audio-visual scrums
Allstar provides light in darkness, “1” is 93 million miles from all It’s souls, a solo Halloween
Dawn rolls, dusk tolls & so it goes, ad infinitum until It infinite trips, a sad girl’s finale scene.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER XXVIth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST
{ Created this Thing from Nothing that preceded the essence of It, while jammin’ to @Everlast #SadGirl & #BlackJesus #PrideOfATattooTear stuck in a pearl white El Dorado, Cadillac rolls like a tattoo tear on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM }
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