Nightmare Of State Pride © Surazeus 2023 08 31 However soft the laughter of red rain sad children steal books from the hungry king who smashes trains with the Hammer of Thor. Blind angels drink wine to deaden the pain each time the prettiest girl with no ring shouts your secret name from the broken door. Whichever hawk descends on spiral thought still finds the messenger who never writes fairy tales disguised as world holy scripture. Old smiling statue of the savior, sought by worshippers engaged in profane rites, presides over disastrous new world order. To think about how computers program human brains to believe beautiful lies requires we ride the nightmare of state pride. From holy grail we drink blood of the lamb purloined from Jesus by arrogant spies obsessed with dramas about patricide. While I slouch toward Bethlehem to be born from Weeping Virgin on the pyramid, we reconcile good and the means of good. With spent vision of the times I now scorn I sanctify lie of the psychic grid through will to deception in Raven Wood. Though the good weep tears to obtain state power, the powerful sell goodness to the poor while I wander by deep ocean of death. The foolish gaze in wonder at the sweet flower but the wise wonder what love is good for while I transform into God with each breath. Sublime repression of daemonic soul will energize my project to compose new mind ontology of cosmic truth. I wake as Saturn fallen from my role as global prophet of theater shows where crowds watch tale of the messiah sleuth. When I gain knowledge from the Tree of Life by eating forbidden fruit of her heart, Ishtar transforms me to God with her kiss. With Goddess of Wisdom as my sweet wife I map world history on global time chart since Earth first spiraled from the dream abyss. I almost think I understand the why as I glimpse face of wisdom in the light that beams from emptiness of everything. The wingless angel who attempts to fly falls into garden of the anchorite who gives him lyre of Mercury to sing.
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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