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R I P @CharlieKirk R I P
JESUS {Elvis & martina} CHRISTMAS?
Like being dipped in gas, feel it all over my clothes, up my nose but nothing was ever white
Jobs like nobody has ever received from the gods above Earth, this planet is a water flower
Space of the Void our matrix to be or not to be, innocent growths of sperm & a dozen eggs
These are the facts of life they kept secret because that’s just the way it is, I know she digs.
Mother Earth or the mother of your placentas’ hearts, in everyone is One soul featured Id
Singing songs when your heart’s aged enough to appreciate the lucky divine gods that hid
In your head’s mind, everything human and all species of Life, atoms create the sublime
When we all die, if we’re disposed of in the proper way to avoid the stench, bury in Lime.
Deeper than six feet under is the right of way, keeping the rest of the living safe from plague
It’s bubonic or supersonic without a free will’s choice, it’s the First Cause at fault, no other
Place the blame on the “created” angels and the opposite of the Live, Evil divine square peg
Place it in a round hole for eternity, never works but keep up the good work in a powder keg.
Watch if you’re not blind but in any case, without eyes & in the darkness, all the same to me
You know more than I’ll ever pretend to comprehend even if I live to be a hundred and three
Same today as it’s always been, runnin’ out of the power I assumed was eternal immortality
Rigor Mortis set aside the dreams of staying with the ones still alive, in spinal synchronicity.
In a manner of speaking, words can’t do justice to the Truth of singing & dancing the polka
Christmas with your kinfolk is one thing but even a loner who has nobody, loves as orphan
Single but not for long, you all can begin the long line of descendants from here on out too
Merry Christmas celebrations of a son of the creator of the universe as we know it, so blue.
All paths to travel upon are ahead at the crossroads, nothing behind Presence, out of time
Greater than a decimal point yet less than a quark within a proton, memory of life on a dime
Fallen into the bottomless pit between the north & south poles’ imaginary twirl’s RIP middle
Where most bones become buried either in mixed dust or crumbled mass’ RNA, I’ll fiddle.
Known or unknown, matter and energy are all there is, no divine ghost above the sun known
Allstar's burning gas in an infinite mass extinction, brink of annihilation due to a hot whim
Random bones, 208 trained by ignorant, wise men with Pretend Complex, know-it-all goon
Advantage to conquer deaf & dumb MFers, undead assimilate a moronic fake, neon moon.
Gold left over in the dirt and rocks just because that’s the way the Lead settles in the Truth
Metaphysics you’ll never realize is the origin of everything y’all hope & pray for, I forsoothe
Rational humans, gone up and away from the dirt & rocks, water is dehydrating like Mars’
Can you dance and sing if you comprehend your finite Cause, accidental Big Bang avatars.
Step off of your ledge and fly for the final trip over the light fantastic, dynamic duos do rock
On the #Marconi, plugged into the broadcast ad infinitum, forget about a full contact Doc
Learned absolute and relative Truth, repeating to teach the teachers to accept the drool
Predication of atomic subjects yielding objects to communicate WTF, cockroach scroll.
On the off switch, blinded by the light to focus on the images that become invisible in Time
Recollect the products we’ve multiplied and divided in the calculus’ trigonometry I rhyme
High as the Top Gun flies close to the end of air’s edge of empty Space, in soul man stealth
No need for anything in the End, Faith in immortality just a whim to quell the fear of Death.
Killing the living & eating it or using its remnants to build castles in the hot sand, they all fall
Into the sea, eventually, to the bottom of the ocean, why you can’t believe it, I’m a TNT ball
Last Christmas is like next Christmas, but this Christmas is a final annihilation of the Devils
By the bye as above, so below, you weren’t alive before your conception, you’ll die of Evils.
Dig this without a shovel man, understand nothing about where you came from nowhere
Man, you know it, can’t pull the wool over your blinded eyes, you see it all inside of the rim
Playin’ way above it like all the players do the do, happy where I’m at, where I’ve been too
Good to know all the things that get you over on the morons attempting to steal your brew.
Nobody gets anything for free, you’ve got to work for it & develop the perfection rough ride
Catch me later outside, I’ll give you another tip or two, followed instructions, all in stride
I believe it all that I know, I know all that I believe, it’s a tautological hunk of misdirection
Get there anyway at the edge when nothin’ else is goin’ away, here for a duration situation.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, December XVth MMXXV Anno
Domini @ 1000 AMPST
{ Crafted with hearty compassion while listening to @WARtheBand #Chrismas compilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4Nxha3d4_ZM }
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