Existential manifesto

How did you come here to this plane of existence, no wings on an ovum egg
No brain in a sperm gamete or any mind in a flagella deposit in a thigh's leg
No immaculate conception from angelic DNA or birth from virginal womb
Why are you and I here and now in a galactic solar system ready for a tomb?

Be reasonable and rational now, don't leap to a vacuous blind faith in a bogeyman
Tryin' to understand the chasm of the metaphysical, incomprehensible cinematography
This is where it all begins, a miracle of gravitational collapse and big banging gangs
Forever running amok from hungry predators' sharp claws a pointy canine fangs.

That'll be the day that I die, world comes fumbling and tumbling to the occult occupation
My entity and yore at One in a Supreme secret mind of Ra's, Zeus', Ahura Mazda's fun
To awaken from the dream we call what this all about, wiping sleep from third eyes
If all of this reality gets any more surrealistic I'm sure I'll draft another rhyme and fly.
Om
In a new world order there can only be original chaos, teeth gnashin', weeping tears
Worse than that, nothing at all, no forest or waterfall, no feast, famine or humane cheers
So, saddle up and prepare to flirt with disaster, we'll all soon see the climax.

by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
c. June 24, 2014 @ 05:55 AM Tuesday
(written while listenin' to WAR's Greatest Hits)