Way Flowers Explode Wings
© Surazeus
2018 12 11
I speak the truth I perceive with my eyes
the way flowers explode wings from blood-soaked mud
when angry men kill each other in war
to control fertility of the Earth.
Each dawn I wake on planet of the ape
who beats his chest to prove he is the best
and the most stable genius of the tribe
so vote for him as king or he will kill you.
Though I have forgotten where I am now
love disguised as sunlight finds me alone
on signless road in line waiting for Death
to make me famous on the stage of pride.
Since people grow like fruit hanging from trees
or spring from teeth of dragons in the soil
I will unite them on a mission from Godin
to fight for the mother suckling her child.
We gather apples in the sunset glow
then sit around the crackling fire at night
to share stories about our daily walk
on which we build religion of the joke.
Our stories we tell through the lyric I
weave together in tapestry of truth
to become the scripture of our religion
which nullifies experiences of our children.
Children must tear off the masks of their parents
to transform into their own special souls
and write new stories in the myth of Earth
through revelation of the noble hero.
God and Satan are born from competition
between mortals who contest to perform
sacred roles of the messiah and the devil
between democracy and tyranny.
From algorithm of my special path
which I navigate through labyrinth of lies
I calculate strict universal laws
that explain change in political fortunes.
I stand alone in darkness of despair
and sing pure truth beaming from arcane spells
to light my secret path through the waste land
though no one follows me when I find Heaven.
Firelight illuminates mask of my face
since I stand here alone in wind and rain
and dream human history in dance of flames
though I mute weird prophecy I perceive.
I hide the truth I conceive with my heart
the way volcanoes explode from wild sea
when generous friends unite in the waste land
to translate lightning into paradise.
© Surazeus
2018 12 11
I speak the truth I perceive with my eyes
the way flowers explode wings from blood-soaked mud
when angry men kill each other in war
to control fertility of the Earth.
Each dawn I wake on planet of the ape
who beats his chest to prove he is the best
and the most stable genius of the tribe
so vote for him as king or he will kill you.
Though I have forgotten where I am now
love disguised as sunlight finds me alone
on signless road in line waiting for Death
to make me famous on the stage of pride.
Since people grow like fruit hanging from trees
or spring from teeth of dragons in the soil
I will unite them on a mission from Godin
to fight for the mother suckling her child.
We gather apples in the sunset glow
then sit around the crackling fire at night
to share stories about our daily walk
on which we build religion of the joke.
Our stories we tell through the lyric I
weave together in tapestry of truth
to become the scripture of our religion
which nullifies experiences of our children.
Children must tear off the masks of their parents
to transform into their own special souls
and write new stories in the myth of Earth
through revelation of the noble hero.
God and Satan are born from competition
between mortals who contest to perform
sacred roles of the messiah and the devil
between democracy and tyranny.
From algorithm of my special path
which I navigate through labyrinth of lies
I calculate strict universal laws
that explain change in political fortunes.
I stand alone in darkness of despair
and sing pure truth beaming from arcane spells
to light my secret path through the waste land
though no one follows me when I find Heaven.
Firelight illuminates mask of my face
since I stand here alone in wind and rain
and dream human history in dance of flames
though I mute weird prophecy I perceive.
I hide the truth I conceive with my heart
the way volcanoes explode from wild sea
when generous friends unite in the waste land
to translate lightning into paradise.
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