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I can tell no lies

Lie to me and I'll know the indubitable truth without a shadow of a doubt
You can flap your gums until the cows come home, I know your dire mouth
On sacred ground, you and I are blessed with holy waterproofed DNA
Only you know like I know just why the first breath was taken in Eden.

The Almighty's phantasm had an orgasmic fire, emanated supernova implosions
Good love and bad company's little bit of sympathy with wicked battle axe riffs
Got down to the ghetto of posh mansions and condominiums of mortal sons
No historical record of the dawn of a hominid species, only guesses and myths

It is true that this here and now was all made up in empty space at laptop pace
Nothingness as significant as every atomic nucleus twixt Damascus and Chicago
It'll be uncool to uncover the remedy to blind faith in utter jeopardy's face
MyWords, MyFace edited, posted in a tweeted philosophia blog a long time ago.

by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
c. 6-26-14 1600 hrs Wednesday PM
(written while listening to WAR "All Day Music" on YouTube)
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Submitted on August 26, 2014

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