STILLBORN APES, BLUES, MORTAL SIN & HIGH DESPAIR
In the light of an unholy darkside of a full moon, where the sun's hide in a penumbra drone
For the sake of reason and a rational choice to be alive or not to be alive, y'all have fun, son
Perfect choice between a rock and a hard place, you've got nowhere to go out any exit door
Window of opportunity in & out of this place in Space & Time, pizza in a penthouse, devour.
Apollo to Zeus with or without the Isis and eyes of the Greco-Roman pantheon of ghosts
None too alive to be here and now right out of the box, they're words on rock & rice roll
Everything once up in smoke at the inevitable Nova or collapsing gravity's holy sepulchre
Dramamine dream within a dream was all it was cracked up to be, before I ate the pasture.
Grass is all gone, nothing more nor less than the seedless ground of potential flower growth
Absence of malice in the monks who learned to be without underwear or underarm scents
For reason's cool light of the infrared burn, the conclusion deduced is all you need, I indent
If and only if this is the silence that's golden then Nothing is A Thing, sign #LVI Superbowl Sin.
Masked and required to be a good guy chasin' down bad guys, a half-time of #CoolRapGods
#LVISuperBo has the score, it's an already done deal, you bet on the winner, high & low loser
Tight behind impossible to get in or out of, full of the processed matter turned trash of toads
Not our fault, look at the way the ball bounces, down due to the pull of the OLD undertaker.
You care or you don't give a hoot, if you're a cowboy or cowgirl, you know what I mean, so
Either you're all in or you're out for the duration of the struggle, you ain't my dependent ho
What I am is what I am & what you are, that's up to you, so figure, analyze conceptual chit
If what you see in the mirror, in the darkness without any light, is Nothing, then you got It.
Followed the science from the origin to the final destination, it is it's own super bowl of Ends
Common or not, every fraction has a numerator and denominator, what else is there friends?
You have some secret data from the Ones who died & left you Boss of the Words, who cares?
Now & then, you're cool essence, all too cool Hu-Man, too human, Easter rabbithole's hairs!
Splashin' the recycled, dirty laundry which has been in and out of the restaurant cave salons
Smoke and drink of your preference just as much as you can inhale and ingest, chicks & sons
Maybe the fathers are unknown, maybe they're suspected of being all the conceptions' Ones
Respect for your soul, your body & everything that you are NOT, friend, foe & the stars' suns.
Collapse with me, fall into the categories of substance and be the anomaly you thought died
Meaning to be dead and gone is to know what it's really like to be the One who doesn't care
If you don't know that the creation is attempting to cause it's own extinction, I abandon me
Not your fault about the murder, the wars, the accidental collisions of faith, hope & charity.
Here we go again, the prediction of the end is near, it's coming while you all are now & here
Tails chased in an infinite circular bunch of jerk-offs, they think that they are a living, evil fear
Counting, spelling, math and language, ethnography cannot infuse immortal, pyramid slaves
Exposed grandma's skull & bones, you knew IT would happen, #CoVid19's a mortal sin graves.
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c. Vendredi, February XIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AM #SuperbowlLVI #RAMSwinning
{ Killed a Word while listenin' to #KillAWord by @EricChurch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R3rR9euQ5-4 & #Resolutions #StayHungry @SebastianManiscalco link @ https://youtu.be/iuVVUl3YL7o & https://youtu.be/-sltIbrWSWw & THE #mESSEDuPoRIGINSoFmOTHERgOOSE link @ https://youtu.be/CoDDeIdfoMM }
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