Saturday, September 23, 2023

Pretending My Character

Pretending My Character
© Surazeus
2023 09 23

Pretending my character is not fake, 
I sell the Devil rancid slice of cake 
that blows his mind with allocated spell 
erupting as blood from cosmetic well 
so children who play hide and seek in Hell 
laugh at sweet king who steps on garden rake. 

Pretending my character is not woke, 
I mock the Devil with heavenly joke 
that twists his heart with agony of faith 
dissipating soul of the cosmic wraith 
that cripples happy children with foul scaith 
who hang mad king from the tall bleeding oak. 

Pretending my character is not blind, 
I wow the Devil with car I designed 
that races sleek on narrow mountain road 
chasing frantic vision of the God Toad 
which makes me carry guilt in heavy load 
I try to sell to last king of mankind. 

Pretending my character is not bland, 
I sell the Devil map to the Waste Land 
leading Children of El on wild goose chase 
around our planet spinning lost in space 
to find Messiah, vanished without trace, 
who traps sad king deep in the Promised Land. 

Pretending my character is not weird, 
I tease the Devil with long tangled beard 
losing games of chess to Death on the beach 
because Apple of Love is out of reach 
so children fight for our Freedom of Speech 
stolen by grim king of the disappeared. 

Pretending my character is not bored, 
I stab the Devil with the burning sword 
while Daughters of Eve break the pearly gate 
to escape Heaven of unwanted fate 
with children by the River Styx who wait 
till mute king deceives the rebellious horde. 

Pretending my character is not lame, 
I bind the Devil with his secret name 
jinxing seekers of truth with divine key 
which distorts our view of reality 
through psychic prism of verbality 
because snarky king misdirects our game. 

Pretending my character is not home, 
I map signless road where lost pilgrims roam 
searching for messiah who never dies 
though he rules nations of the Earth with spies 
who lead us to the church where Mary cries 
till First Mother rises from ocean foam. 


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