[UnbornBuddha]

As our avatar ascended the stairway to heaven
He sang a paean to forever reverberate his presence.
Though criticism soon inflamed Zeppelin, his airways infected.
The nihilistic critics didn’t see a god; they only saw his ego’s flaws
And tore at him with reviews littered with evil thought.
Despite these uncivil things, his name was etched in history,
You know the thing we use to calculate our brethren’s misery.
Yet, his sweet song decalcified our pineal,
So we’re no longer ostracized for being real.
The tune “Ozone baby” ensured we didn’t go home crazy.
He saved me,
Reminding us we were angels with the scarring of demons
That warped our reasoning, profoundly tarnishing our being.
I love you man; my father dissed you so I set him on fire and startled his sleeping.
Talk about paternal issues… Sapiens need somebody in charge of their godly decisions
Or we fall deeply ill, into a metaphorical sickness. You’re our portal of wisdom.
Our lord Zeppelin is an advanced organism that brings order to systems.

All hail!
Yours truly, Stan.