Death Wins In The End © Surazeus 2023 03 29 The way pages of story books are stuffed in brown beer bottles of absolute hope reveals why singers on the radio forget the names of their children who run screaming from bullets of the laughing clown to escape shadow of fake happiness. The way strings of violins twang red rays of moonlight on windshield of speeding cars reveals why fathers strolling on the beach give watermelons to children of time who wander somewhere among Christmas trees with suitcases full of torn photographs. The way dollar bills blind arrogant kings with bitter hope to dominate fruit trees reveals why truth fuels our automobiles with forward-thinking concepts of desire for children to write letters with their blood requesting God to free their souls from Hell. The way broken highways connect small towns where no one ever celebrates birthdays reveals why soldiers gripping guns of fear refuse to play chess with Death on the beach till he agrees to steal the harp of David so his daughter can escape house of lies. The way gold hairs from the demon of truth charm wingless angels to support their cause reveals why mothers hide weird happiness in chocolate cupcakes only clowns will eat so grim goats dance ballet on moonlit stage to prove the Ferryman still waits for you. The way hurricanes of caution decide who can escape the concentration camp reveals why indifferent nature loves how humans believe some powerful god in the sky will beam their souls to halls of shining gold where no one suffers injustice or pain. The way feathers of angels are disguised as fragile quills that poets use to write reveals why dancing skeletons prefer to drink absinthe brewed from demon blood so we discuss philosophy with crows who predict when the next world war will start. The way heartless silence of honest faith kills serpent guardian in the Tree of Life reveals why no soul can reincarnate except through bodies of children they make by calculating how tropes interact to dramatize that Death wins in the end.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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