Voice Of Cassandra © Surazeus 2023 07 27 When lightning of my weird love cracks the sky and hurls my soul across ten thousand worlds I walk bleak waste land of the broken mind to fight sad demon of my hungry heart in war against vicar of god on Earth who tries to enslave our bodies with faith. With voice of Cassandra no one can hear that radiates from spinning core of the Earth I sing ethereal beauty of despair through coded prophecy of naked power against the vampire priest on throne of gold who sucks blood from lost children of the world. Because I leave no footsteps in red sand in struggle to transcend bleak Nothing Land my heart screams at blind mother of despair who beats my mind with fist of hungry fear till demon wings wrench from my twisted spine so I sing with voice of angels through love. Ten million people thirsty for my blood, who love the vampire priest they venerate, howl loud with rage when I climb pyramid and smash stone idol of his global power that shatters reputation of his mask in gleaming mirror shards that reflect pain. Alone in bitter waste land of the mind, last wingless angel on the desolate Earth, I plaster sorrow of the voiceless dead as mask of beauty that hides my soul void when I stand silent on stage of false dreams and sing with beautiful voice of despair. With voice of Cassandra no one believes I proclaim foul sins of the vampire priest who wears white robe in temple of sweet faith to protest his oppression of our souls so children lost in foggy maze of myths unite to break the chains of fear he forged. On trembling legs of aching lust to live I walk forever toward gold setting sun that watches me with bright indifferent eye because I struggle against bounds of death with urgent passion to transcend my rage so I can sing sweet spell of timeless love. Though I fall weeping on the purple sand at memory of life in paradise lost when we ate fruit and danced in sparkling rain I rise and walk the waste land of the world with voice of Cassandra guiding my way to find you by our lake of honest love.
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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