Wicker Man Of Fame
© Surazeus
2018 03 07
I got stuck in the wicker man of fame,
the towering idol with the head of gold
and the feet of clay, molded to reflect
the shaman spirit of my aching soul.
When I tried to climb the tall tower of truth
the angel of wisdom flashed ancient light
and cast me off pinnacle of success
so I fell into the waste land of hate.
I journeyed to the underworld of death
and wrestled with hungry demons of fear,
trudging lonely in the mute wilderness
to invade the castle of glorious wealth.
I wrestled the scepter of divine speech
from the skeletal hands of the dead god
and stabbed the vampire of power in his heart
to open the fountain of inspiration.
I drank the gushing flow of mythic laws
that filled my emaciated soul with love
yet the monster of greed tore me apart
and scattered my body across the world.
Plucking the puzzle pieces of my soul
from ten thousand caverns of nameless masks
I assembled the wicker man of fame
where I sing the weird visions of rebirth.
Returning from the waste land of despair,
I stopped by fountain of nourishing truth
and sang the aching sorrow of my heart
in the sweet melodies of chirping birds.
The lonely people in every lost town
gathered around me in the public square
and listened to my song of quest for truth
till every person wept with tears of joy.
We danced together in the pouring rain
till bright sunlight pierced the scattered rain clouds
and our hearts blossomed like flowers in the field
to taste agonizing beauty of life.
They showered me with gifts of selfless love,
baskets of fruit and chests of sparkling gems,
and every woman wanted my soul seed
so I took it all and ruled like a king.
They built the giant statue of my face,
constructing the idol of glorious fame
and worshipped me like god walking the Earth,
and I swelled with the arrogance of pride.
The eidolic wicker man of my fame
towers above the vast cities of my game
so I sit inside the head of my glory
and rule over the world with spoken words.
I am stuck in the wicker man of fame
when the people I ruined with my greed
and hurt with the arrogance of my lust
surround my idol with torches of rage.
The beauty of my songs inspired their hearts
to gaze at the horrible world with love
but I became the monster of desire,
taking everything they offered with faith.
Now stuck inside wicker man of my fame
I am the vampire king that I once slew
and now they are coming to destroy me,
for I am the sacrifice of their lust.
I hang crucified on the cross of fame,
the scapegoat who takes on all their vile sins
for I committed all their sins they hid,
and now I will die to save them from death.
I dance in the wicker man of my fame,
singing my swan song with the glowing flames,
chanting my most beautiful melody
as the fire of change consumes my lost soul.
Gaze now at the great idol of my fame
that once shone with light of love to the world
that crumbles to ruins of arrogance,
and feel the spirit of truth in your heart.
© Surazeus
2018 03 07
I got stuck in the wicker man of fame,
the towering idol with the head of gold
and the feet of clay, molded to reflect
the shaman spirit of my aching soul.
When I tried to climb the tall tower of truth
the angel of wisdom flashed ancient light
and cast me off pinnacle of success
so I fell into the waste land of hate.
I journeyed to the underworld of death
and wrestled with hungry demons of fear,
trudging lonely in the mute wilderness
to invade the castle of glorious wealth.
I wrestled the scepter of divine speech
from the skeletal hands of the dead god
and stabbed the vampire of power in his heart
to open the fountain of inspiration.
I drank the gushing flow of mythic laws
that filled my emaciated soul with love
yet the monster of greed tore me apart
and scattered my body across the world.
Plucking the puzzle pieces of my soul
from ten thousand caverns of nameless masks
I assembled the wicker man of fame
where I sing the weird visions of rebirth.
Returning from the waste land of despair,
I stopped by fountain of nourishing truth
and sang the aching sorrow of my heart
in the sweet melodies of chirping birds.
The lonely people in every lost town
gathered around me in the public square
and listened to my song of quest for truth
till every person wept with tears of joy.
We danced together in the pouring rain
till bright sunlight pierced the scattered rain clouds
and our hearts blossomed like flowers in the field
to taste agonizing beauty of life.
They showered me with gifts of selfless love,
baskets of fruit and chests of sparkling gems,
and every woman wanted my soul seed
so I took it all and ruled like a king.
They built the giant statue of my face,
constructing the idol of glorious fame
and worshipped me like god walking the Earth,
and I swelled with the arrogance of pride.
The eidolic wicker man of my fame
towers above the vast cities of my game
so I sit inside the head of my glory
and rule over the world with spoken words.
I am stuck in the wicker man of fame
when the people I ruined with my greed
and hurt with the arrogance of my lust
surround my idol with torches of rage.
The beauty of my songs inspired their hearts
to gaze at the horrible world with love
but I became the monster of desire,
taking everything they offered with faith.
Now stuck inside wicker man of my fame
I am the vampire king that I once slew
and now they are coming to destroy me,
for I am the sacrifice of their lust.
I hang crucified on the cross of fame,
the scapegoat who takes on all their vile sins
for I committed all their sins they hid,
and now I will die to save them from death.
I dance in the wicker man of my fame,
singing my swan song with the glowing flames,
chanting my most beautiful melody
as the fire of change consumes my lost soul.
Gaze now at the great idol of my fame
that once shone with light of love to the world
that crumbles to ruins of arrogance,
and feel the spirit of truth in your heart.
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