I GOT DRUNK, PASSED AWAY IN CRYPT CITY, BY THE CAMPFIRE UNDERNEATH THE CAUSEWAY
Fill a buster with the liquid or solid or gas and I'll show you how to take up all your Time's space
When your mother interrupted your father's coitus, bang you got the One first served, about face
Morons & idiots featured in the early shows & even more of them are late, trimester assessments
It's not for me to say, reasons that God created man, a soul full of Genesis-Revelation testaments.
Bible thumped away to charity, Holy See surviving until a dark event, black, holy divinity's disdain
They had no idea why they were on the planet either, they just didn't think about it for the pain
Counterrevolution of the many men and women who grew from bad boys and mean girls of God
Reenlisted for the eternity of infinite equations of inequality, a percentage of minuses and zeroes.
America to Amsterdam we all got the soul train when it came around the bend, girls on the tracks
Boys on horses catchin' up to the caboose where all the booty got stored with armed guards axes
Bounty is less than you'd like but it's better than nothing, absolutely nothing has no profit for God
Religion & metaphysics of the ignoramus, a moment out of Time, after you die, we'll be all good!
You look like a chump or a King Kong mutant, a distant descendant without hair, naked, apelike
Without tools for survival among the fittest of the fauna present at the Origin, a paradise spike
No need to hunt or fish for sustenance, everything was there and there was no need to recycle
From what you eat to what we all know comes out the other end, where gravity pulls to defile.
At the moment of death, the sphincter releases the leftovers for the old ones who were o'er fifty
Shat was always on my side but we hid it well, underground more than six feet below crypt city
Grounded to electric charges coming out of nowhere in and out of Space, Time starts to red rust
Opened up wounds all bled out and there's still something left, it's nothing but it's all 'bout dust.
Worried men get killed and the ones who don't worry about anything at all, well they die too
Nothing to see here, move along while I stand on the gallows with my neck in a noose, git ready
Locked and loaded in the most positive way, the middle way, a center path from here to there
Dressed up and dressed down for the prom, I never looked around so I can't recall that I cared.
There that one chick was were her hands on my knee movin' up my lap to the Monterey beaches
A movement of mothers and fathers to get sisters and brother, a friction between dogs' leaches
Symbol to understand the meaning of this universe, whether you're alive or dead, left to the rust
Culture of conwomen and hooker men, all of them on every Earth continent, mortal, atomic dust.
Who used to care still cares but they don't want anyone else to know about it, hidden can't seek
Nothing moves when it's quiet and dark except fools and thieves who have a screw loose upstairs
It might be good or bad or evil but either way, it's gonna be desire, need, disappointed me freak
Remember all of the people who're on Earth no more, millions believed one big lie, heaven cares!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March 27th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 PMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' with Holy Ghosts (my kin) of Alpha Centauri to @VanMorrison "LIVE in Montreaux" on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Q9rYW1UWkKs }
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