Rebirth Of Father Helius
© Surazeus
2019 01 29
On southern shore of the Caspian Sea,
lush fertile plains enclosed by mountain peaks,
our ancestor, who invented the wheel
and harnessed the horse to pull wagon trains,
began our program to conquer the world,
expanding from the garden of our hearth.
Wise Helius lead us over mountain range
to colonize ten thousand river plains
and build our empire of the Silver Eye,
assimilating every local tribe
to generate more children of our seed
born from the womb of our First Mother Scythia.
When Argotta, Queen over tribes of Frankus,
married Pharamundus, grandson of Christus,
they merged the bloodlines of Mithras and Jesus
to breed dynasty of the Holy Grail
founded by Meroveus in mountain fortress
whose children now rule all Gothinian lands.
The lands of Gothinia now crown the Earth
where the Elite children of Helius dwell
from Siberia west around the spinning globe
over Atlantic Sea to mountains of Alaska,
populating lands around the North Pole
where Ice Queen Gotha rules from Greenland Tower.
Our people rule the northern hemisphere,
bodies forged by the harsh environment
of snow swirling in the Caucasus Mountains,
spirits tempered by windy Russian steppes
where we tamed the wild swift-galloping horse
and harvested apples from the Tree of Life.
We present names of our Father and Mother
as spirits of both sky and spinning globe,
Godin All-Father of the stormy mountains
as God, the sun who creates the universe,
and Gearthe All-Mother of the fruit groves
as Earth, the planet that nurtures our lives.
We stack stones into strong surrounding walls
and tend food plants in garden paradise
while God rules as guard in ware-house of food,
the loaf-ward of wealth as Lord of the Castle,
then colonize the globe with garden havens
based on the ideal citadel of Heaven.
The wheeled wagon, the castle hall of stone,
the galloping horse, and the tree of fruit,
these four aspects of our culture present
sacred pillars of our civilization
that form foundation of this global empire
of nation-states that blooms from our lost dream.
This aggressive force of nationalist fervor
fuels expansion of our dominant state
these past ten thousand years of evolution
since Helius lead us from strong garden walls
to explore the world lit by the bright sun
so we can survive against hostile death.
Expanding outward from our Lake of Dreams,
that Caspian Sea where our First Mother Scythia
taught us how to sing visions of our eyes,
we populate lands around the North Pole
and decorate pine trees with fruit and gifts
to celebrate rebirth of Father Helius.
We fought to survive in this hostile world,
crossing abyss of hate on bridge of love
to evolve from ape to the Superman
by overcoming lust and fear of death
so we become strong warriors for peace
as we guard children in garden of fruit.
Yet in our aggressive fight to survive,
protecting our children in haven walls,
against hostile nations in distant lands
who would destroy our sacred way of life
and enslave our children to their desires,
we are blinded by our fierce will to power.
As I stand on steep slope of Mount Takoma,
gazing back east across ten thousand years
to see how my people expanded far
from Caspian Sea to colonize the Earth,
I feel remorse for all the souls we killed
on our quest to survive and live in peace.
To keep children of our nation alive
we invaded whole northern hemisphere
and killed the natives living in those lands
by reasoning that we must kill to live,
but I prefer our children intermarry
to merge our tribes into one global nation.
I deconstruct the reason for our mission
and question why we must kill to survive,
while gazing at their blood that stains my hands,
then weep for all those countless human beings
whose names are lost in the mute winds of time,
while I sing the ache of my living heart.
Driven by our nationalist war of conquest
to live in peace on this spinning world,
I stop and vow to reevaluate our mission
and change its focus to preserve all life
so strong United Nations of Earth share
these lands as one human family of souls.
Rebirth of Father Helius in my heart
now revives original flame of love
that urged our mission to dominate Earth
so I transform first purpose of our goal
from domination to cooperation
to live in harmony of generous faith.
Though nations of the world compete for space
to raise our children in garden of fruit,
we share this globe with everyone who lives
for we are children of First Mother Amen,
wise mother of all nations of the Earth
who taught us how to sing in harmony.
I value every race who lives on Earth,
and honor good God who founded their nation,
for we all share this globe of fertile fields
that spins alone in vast abyss of space,
thus I revise agenda of our hope
to live in harmony of human love.
My mother Scythia places in my hand
ripe apple that blooms sweet from Tree of Life
and sends me on good mission of her love
to plant its seeds on every river shore
so all United Nations of Earth gather
to feast together in One Hall of Truth.
I want to replace overarching flow
of historical narrative for success
of racial domination as nationalism
with racial integration as globalism
by deconstructing my white privilege
to reconstruct human equality.
While I love Scythia daughter of Helius
as First Mother of my Gothican nation,
I love Amen daughter of Amun-Ra
as First Mother of all our Human nations,
so I will climb high Pyramid of Sophos
to celebrate Philosophy of Love.
© Surazeus
2019 01 29
On southern shore of the Caspian Sea,
lush fertile plains enclosed by mountain peaks,
our ancestor, who invented the wheel
and harnessed the horse to pull wagon trains,
began our program to conquer the world,
expanding from the garden of our hearth.
Wise Helius lead us over mountain range
to colonize ten thousand river plains
and build our empire of the Silver Eye,
assimilating every local tribe
to generate more children of our seed
born from the womb of our First Mother Scythia.
When Argotta, Queen over tribes of Frankus,
married Pharamundus, grandson of Christus,
they merged the bloodlines of Mithras and Jesus
to breed dynasty of the Holy Grail
founded by Meroveus in mountain fortress
whose children now rule all Gothinian lands.
The lands of Gothinia now crown the Earth
where the Elite children of Helius dwell
from Siberia west around the spinning globe
over Atlantic Sea to mountains of Alaska,
populating lands around the North Pole
where Ice Queen Gotha rules from Greenland Tower.
Our people rule the northern hemisphere,
bodies forged by the harsh environment
of snow swirling in the Caucasus Mountains,
spirits tempered by windy Russian steppes
where we tamed the wild swift-galloping horse
and harvested apples from the Tree of Life.
We present names of our Father and Mother
as spirits of both sky and spinning globe,
Godin All-Father of the stormy mountains
as God, the sun who creates the universe,
and Gearthe All-Mother of the fruit groves
as Earth, the planet that nurtures our lives.
We stack stones into strong surrounding walls
and tend food plants in garden paradise
while God rules as guard in ware-house of food,
the loaf-ward of wealth as Lord of the Castle,
then colonize the globe with garden havens
based on the ideal citadel of Heaven.
The wheeled wagon, the castle hall of stone,
the galloping horse, and the tree of fruit,
these four aspects of our culture present
sacred pillars of our civilization
that form foundation of this global empire
of nation-states that blooms from our lost dream.
This aggressive force of nationalist fervor
fuels expansion of our dominant state
these past ten thousand years of evolution
since Helius lead us from strong garden walls
to explore the world lit by the bright sun
so we can survive against hostile death.
Expanding outward from our Lake of Dreams,
that Caspian Sea where our First Mother Scythia
taught us how to sing visions of our eyes,
we populate lands around the North Pole
and decorate pine trees with fruit and gifts
to celebrate rebirth of Father Helius.
We fought to survive in this hostile world,
crossing abyss of hate on bridge of love
to evolve from ape to the Superman
by overcoming lust and fear of death
so we become strong warriors for peace
as we guard children in garden of fruit.
Yet in our aggressive fight to survive,
protecting our children in haven walls,
against hostile nations in distant lands
who would destroy our sacred way of life
and enslave our children to their desires,
we are blinded by our fierce will to power.
As I stand on steep slope of Mount Takoma,
gazing back east across ten thousand years
to see how my people expanded far
from Caspian Sea to colonize the Earth,
I feel remorse for all the souls we killed
on our quest to survive and live in peace.
To keep children of our nation alive
we invaded whole northern hemisphere
and killed the natives living in those lands
by reasoning that we must kill to live,
but I prefer our children intermarry
to merge our tribes into one global nation.
I deconstruct the reason for our mission
and question why we must kill to survive,
while gazing at their blood that stains my hands,
then weep for all those countless human beings
whose names are lost in the mute winds of time,
while I sing the ache of my living heart.
Driven by our nationalist war of conquest
to live in peace on this spinning world,
I stop and vow to reevaluate our mission
and change its focus to preserve all life
so strong United Nations of Earth share
these lands as one human family of souls.
Rebirth of Father Helius in my heart
now revives original flame of love
that urged our mission to dominate Earth
so I transform first purpose of our goal
from domination to cooperation
to live in harmony of generous faith.
Though nations of the world compete for space
to raise our children in garden of fruit,
we share this globe with everyone who lives
for we are children of First Mother Amen,
wise mother of all nations of the Earth
who taught us how to sing in harmony.
I value every race who lives on Earth,
and honor good God who founded their nation,
for we all share this globe of fertile fields
that spins alone in vast abyss of space,
thus I revise agenda of our hope
to live in harmony of human love.
My mother Scythia places in my hand
ripe apple that blooms sweet from Tree of Life
and sends me on good mission of her love
to plant its seeds on every river shore
so all United Nations of Earth gather
to feast together in One Hall of Truth.
I want to replace overarching flow
of historical narrative for success
of racial domination as nationalism
with racial integration as globalism
by deconstructing my white privilege
to reconstruct human equality.
While I love Scythia daughter of Helius
as First Mother of my Gothican nation,
I love Amen daughter of Amun-Ra
as First Mother of all our Human nations,
so I will climb high Pyramid of Sophos
to celebrate Philosophy of Love.
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