Kicked In The Cabasa With No Warning Alive or not, I shall return! SANTANA & SKYNYRD

NOW & THEN WHEN IT'S LATER THAN YOU'D THINK

Now and then you'd say if you can't recall or your dream has ended the game

Of men, mice, rats, roaches, fireflies & mosquitos that all get the trash name

On every occasion, from the origin to the finale, it all ends in a Singularity low

Deep within the Void, where I am & you'll someday be, watch a mind, you bow.

Pray or curse, you're the judge & the jury, you're guilty of the petty crime pill

Swallowed the hook, the line and the sinker with a gulp, caught in the crossfire

As above, so below, it was & is what this will always be, astronauts' roadkill

Not only because the creator loves the creation, but also, just for the fire's Hell.

Named and categorized as the substance, the full monty of the devil's food cake

I ate a piece, I gagged on the chocolate and vanilla, frosted sugar was really fake

Gold and silver mines are all that's left of the lead and slag of the holy mines' roll

A big bang's leftover mother of all bombs, a planetary monopoly of a holier soul.

Prisoners of war trippin' in and out of the portal, Time's & Space's ilk, mama milk

Hit you right where it hurts, I chose transformation & y'all chose neglect and silk

Performance on a world stage, conception to annhilation of self or all others frown

Who breathe the gas in & out of their groovy lungs, to huff, puff & blow it down.

Whether you've been alive & died or you've never been conceived or still born

In every single case there are no exceptions to the rules, kings & queens die too

Eating a mouse or dying like a rat, either way, the bait's in the trap, blow a horn

Vermin & human existence is a direct result of random recombinant DNA, blue.

Loving it or hating it, either way you'll fly higher than the stratosphere, the finale

Stage empties, the curtains fall & there's no encore, drop the 'mic' & y'all will see

SuperIntelligence, it ain't artificial, it's the way that's narrow & full of the dead air

Bloody or not, the End of artificial intelligence, artificial news, nobody will care.

Simulating the stimulation of the nervous system, the dead people are 208 bones

Each and every one of the boys and girls, rich or poor, mortals with the i-phones

Tough as nails that secure the wood & plastic we've gleaned off the dirty planet

We all know & will all discover, the memory of you & I are phantom's god-ette.

Punks and junkies resulted from the good, the bad & of course the ugly as a sin

To whom it may concern, scan your head and annhilate the growth of my kin

Folks who do nothing are related to the folks who do everything for The Wraith

Question everything to discover naked zeroes, the void keeps the unknown safe.

I have your gods locked up in the sanctuary, within the chalice of bloody wine

You & I as ignorant as Adam & Eve if there ever were such beings, so I'm told

Freedom and slavery merely the tones of existence while the planet spins fine

Wobbles and revolves, germs and invisible spirits in the whole shebang's fold.

Last yank of air into your lungs, can't be retained for a minute or ten seconds

They infuse the cadaver with the formaldyhyde & expect comments of the sons

Daughters' mothers get excited for the species' survival, it's the ticket to paradise

I have two, you have none, you want mine, I won't give up the ghost, Surprised!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 9-29-MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Crafted in effigy, the tumor has left the room, silencio!  In one ear & out of the other, The Game has begun & it will roll over while jammin' to the BEST of Lynyrd Skynrd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OnvyizaG6aE?si=TIyTaDWbjeNQcUwI }

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