MA EARTH WITHOUT EVE'S EVIL DEVIL DOG, ONE PAW IN THE GRAVE
Tree of knowledge grown from a seed coded with the power of the universe, Thor's hammer
So to speak of the dreams we all have as JUST nightmares as if daymares aren't any dimmer
Beating you up the way your daddy should have if you had one, just a kid without a bad dad
Product of a one night stand & a mama who didn't abort or allow to abandon in noman's land.
Kicks are all I've thought about since release from the Pen, they all keep gettin' harder to find
And the harder to find means the harder it'll all fall down at the finish line like it or maybe not
Paranoid princesses morph into our wives & mothers, sisters and friends, all better than good
We could have been an abortion in an alley dumpster of homeless bodies sleepin' off shots.
Without the rest it all seems to compile into the lyrics and melody of the songs of secrets
Long researched, once forgotten, out of sight & out of mind, no recollection of eternities
Beloved books and blogs produced in perpetuity's cyber-space where nobody pays debts
To the Big Bad Wolves and their bank's credit card scam, never see cash, green, doll pets.
Goats and sheep, cow herds of the milk-breeders who nurture the extinction of a genus
Instigating the sequence of events causes the rapid malfunction of all too humane dust
Ruptured or not, accidental causes affect the effects, karma rides upon a psyche's code
To be or not to be God's good, bad & ugly special creations of a barnacle evolution load.
You can run but you can't hide from the Karma in store for you, got even with no sleep
Only the lucky good die young to avoid the pain of suffering, screwing the pooch in Sin
Food is the dead animals and plants, without it we die of starvation, how lucky we been
Everybody is rockin' until the ride's over, when it's done, a whimper left without a peep.
Bones covered by skin wrapping the live force's liquid sunlight in a network of spy vs spy
All for One & one for All is this muskateer motto, much ado about a whole lot of nothing
Monks in mountain temples, preachers of the Golden Silence, a universal God to be high
Grounded or underground, it's all above and below the same thing, hear the angels sing.
Wake & funeral or lost in Space or at Sea, no matter which way it goes, it feels like Fun
Not to be dead and gone, to be here and now, listenin' to the tower of Babel let loose
Via the dead air commercials, we're all going to stock up on the needs and wants, son
Focus on your two feet, put one in front of the other, critical racing theoretically begun.
Before Life began, there was Nothing, after Life ceases to be plants & animals, it's Nothing
Bottom line is the double edged sword cut, stab, skewer through the DNA's cells, a Thing
Itself a spirit or a soul, a mover of the matter, the will power of every mentally ill divnity
Zeus, Apollo, Venus or Isis fathom the plight of created ones, only God's bovine chit sees.
Style of your tone is lower than pond scum, it's there but nobody pays any attention at all
Seriously folks, you're in a ubiquitous position if you're all that's left on Earth's rubber ball
Jacked your catalytic converters platinum and turned the lead into gold, sleepin' at the Ritz
Free of steel chains, shackles, zip-ties & yo' mama's Dozens on a six corner ballroom blitz.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, August XXIInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
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