falling from earth never felt so butterfly
now there's no more cocoon to cave
the freedom or Neanderthals to threaten
the civilization of the afterlife
this is pure volcanic rapture
a Bob Ross water painting wrapped
in pure ecstasy and divine erotica unimagined
an electric dream of eternal rhythms
periscoped with parallax patterns
that makes technology pale &
vitamin d deficient are all artificial
malignant micro organisms
that strive to Darth Vader my force
so i return to Jedi the darkest Nazi hour
approaching like Nibiru into orbit
all this to prevent cataclysmic
apocalyptic comic strips from stating
Scriptures are only tales from the Far Side...
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