Voice Of Faceless God

Voice Of Faceless God
© Surazeus
2026 03 11

Voice of faceless god reverberates 
through weak eyes of mortals who testify 
to inner beauty of dream-beaming brains 
that bind psychotic scales of timeless hope 
with absolution of fantastic guilt 
which leaves us floating in oblivion. 

My heart curves into silence of the Earth, 
imploding boldly with brilliant words 
unbound by principles of blithe respect 
through unconditional rules based on fear 
defined by sea waves swirling on hot sand 
on which I tumble with tedious faith. 

Constrained by monotonous disbelief 
in ceremonious rites of mental growth, 
I manufacture miracles from lust 
for mind-expansion of absurdist wind 
which entertains my sense of dignity 
through recreation of humility. 

My voice dares mountains to explain why pain 
contrives our wishful bleariness of thirst 
by trudging vainly toward garden of gods 
while I pray with serendipitous rage 
for brave interludes in false paradise, 
demanding haste of madness to debate. 

If I succumb to sudden shift of fate 
with untainted love for merciless skies, 
my heart may swell against locked doors of truth 
to reach absolute void of heartless love 
because my body decays with each day 
I dream magnificence of fruitful trees. 

Disturbed by alien anguish I deny, 
I prepare to leap shade of wretched chime 
with yearning passion of never-read books 
by craving darkness of death-anxious fruit 
where wordless thoughts whisper in humming trees 
so I catch rain with shadow of my hands. 

Insignificant doll of rotten flesh, 
birthed by wet sorrow of maternal moon, 
I break conceptions of unperformed wrongs 
that could destroy illusions of strange joy 
cherished by nameless strangers who contrive 
to fool the laughing ghost of broken stones. 

No fervid wish of seamless fortitude 
could crack my dreadful trust in shameless death 
despite investment of my hungry heart 
in grand delusions of unwanted fame 
that cripple my assertive vanity 
with shocking wisdom of genetic gain.