Stuck In Social Delusion

Stuck In Social Delusion
© Surazeus
2025 04 02

Based on deified eyeness of my tongue, 
my brain reprograms theology puzzles 
when clouds revoke my license to express 
precise concepts trapped in caves of confusion 
visible to death who wants to possess 
roots of angel wings tangled in my bosom. 

Long after fervor of the bell has rung 
dire warnings, priests of despair still embezzle 
secret funds earmarked for game to suppress 
rebellious souls stuck in social delusion 
they were born with racial right to access 
sacred treasure concealed by the blind boatswain. 

Urged by special certification code 
to hire the most unqualified programmer, 
the crippled captain who runs ship of state 
dismisses allegations of fake passion 
with wretched laughter of ocean-storm faith 
required by law to arrest the department. 

Strange signal crackling from the fractured road 
excites Clementine who vamps with stage glamor 
for the soldier who returns in the crate 
despite close attention to rates of fashion 
designed to imitate the social wraith 
who runs the new agency of bombardment. 

Overhead costs of the systemized game 
contract standard assortment of wild horses 
judged adequate for purpose of rebirth 
to obtain axioms of spiritual guidance 
contrary to maxims cruel angels corrupt 
before return of the vindictive tyrant. 

Overview of immoral epigram 
that stamps blood seals for literary sources 
presents dictum invented to prove worth 
we claim as right preserved by legal stridence 
to oppose theft that progressives disrupt 
when terror motivates the brave aspirant. 

Though message we receive over the wire 
distorts conceptual patterns of dream static, 
we synthesize all disparate world views 
in huge holy book once stolen from Eden 
so we can calculate through prophecy 
everything that will happen in world history. 

Shocked by harmony of our global choir 
concerning equality and fair justice, 
I build protective temple for my Muse 
who asks me to record her tale of Odin 
as our grand champion of democracy 
whose daughter teaches me poetic mystery.