Farmers For Democracy © Surazeus 2023 08 07 Still walking signless road to nowhere else, I think about strange mystery of the false hidden in secret code of fairy tales about the fox girl with nine fluffy tails who lures me with sweet words to her dream cave where I become harmony of the wave. My father in wheat field with cutting scythe points toward lonely hills where dragons writhe with mind-flashing visions of mushroom wine while dryads pluck grapes from the tangled vine, so I journey west while I play bone flute to the desert town where boys always shoot. My mother bright in shadow of the door sends me to blacksmith on the misty moor with desperate hope that I will learn to forge death-defying sword for honest Saint George to slay Dragon Queen who rules Avalon, but I join her squad to fight Babylon. I think I understand truth from each clue I assemble in puzzle of world view, but how I see this world is now my own and not their doctrine long written in stone by hand of Jove who rules on Ararat with faceless spirit of the acrobat. Consistent with my plan to rule the world in government role as the Cosmic Herald, your vision of equality for all before my shocked Luciferian fall still guides my journey to the Promised Land where vampire king reigns with his red right hand. As first-born son of tyrant Jupiter, I find myself with role of Lucifer leading revolution of singing clowns who play guitar at bars in country towns to rally farmers for democracy who fight the crownless king of tyranny. Yet when I see how sons of Jesus fight to exploit factory workers for their right to live free from soul-crushing debt of fear, I ask Lohengrin for Destiny Spear to fight world empire of the star-born king who assimilates all with angel wing. Still lost in songless wilderness of pain, I wrestle blue snake of arrogant rain to slay Goliath with rock of salvation based on progress of human evolution, so I sit under the apple tree and dream my lover dancing by the timeless stream.
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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