Or army, jail or join equals crypt, bodybag filler galore, only merx/more, mercs/war, live.
So much grain…”, how 400 years of religion
Of scientism, one instant, evolutionarily, in the life
Of the Universe, can extinct all life, Earth,
Destroy all grace. Finally, humanity without a trace.
Or, will you leave no footprints, that followed
None, which will echo in all ways, always?
Mothball NASA now, before it ends all. reality
Beast of Revelations, Dino-In-Chief, concurring on their continuing king george
And his dick, cheney’s, global, “crusading, unending, war against axis of evil
Nations”, that aren’t. Roman Catholic imperial lies swallowed whole, death of
All, US, if you’re not taking bullets, you’re making them to be ‘used’ against Life.
In his last S.O.T.U. that the united suck of assassins is, “…unarmed truth and
Unconditional love…”, for the corporate structure’s convolution, the biggest lie
Since the religion of scientism dictated that, “it will save US”, when it’s ending
All advanced life in the Cosmos, that we know of, and the Earth, instead.
To a devil that has ever existed, the remocrats/dempublicans psychic terrorism,
“The suck”, won’t undo the Cosmoses abundance with their scarcity based inter:
Locking, laced societal systems, will ebony and ivory supremacies working in
Perfect harmony, divide, life indivisible, conquer, potential illimitable, you?
As beach’s edge, ever changes,
We, Sun, sky, Earth, Moon, sea, meet.
The fuller our lungs, the lighter we’d run,
It, was to be…, with ease.
In those shells echoing silences,
Like one slip on a rock, to the next, well.
Sun splashing through us,
The ocean’s, our salt, were one.
Our feelings were its ebb and flow.
Nature, true, wouldn’t be unsung.
Finding it by moon’s ray, our ears to waves did lend.
It was as our footprints,
For, if it were we held it,
Like sand grasped, it wouldn’t be a gift.
Weaving paths of study,
Flowing within its own
A birthplace is divined,
A twig of poetree to be,
Becoming, in chrysalis,
Being you, evoking.
Once lite in lieu of cursing the darkness,
Ever adding to the well of light,
Directs every step in grace,
Which follows none,
Leaving no footprints,
Echoing in all ways,
As their daggers dig new holes in realities’ fabric,
“We(e),…”, can’t allow to be torn asunder,
They plunder what isn’t, missing is,
Mountaintop removal isn’t biz’.