Pretending My Character © Surazeus 2023 09 23 Pretending my character is not fake, I sell the Devil rancid slice of cake that blows his mind with allocated spell erupting as blood from cosmetic well so children who play hide and seek in Hell laugh at sweet king who steps on garden rake. Pretending my character is not woke, I mock the Devil with heavenly joke that twists his heart with agony of faith dissipating soul of the cosmic wraith that cripples happy children with foul scaith who hang mad king from the tall bleeding oak. Pretending my character is not blind, I wow the Devil with car I designed that races sleek on narrow mountain road chasing frantic vision of the God Toad which makes me carry guilt in heavy load I try to sell to last king of mankind. Pretending my character is not bland, I sell the Devil map to the Waste Land leading Children of El on wild goose chase around our planet spinning lost in space to find Messiah, vanished without trace, who traps sad king deep in the Promised Land. Pretending my character is not weird, I tease the Devil with long tangled beard losing games of chess to Death on the beach because Apple of Love is out of reach so children fight for our Freedom of Speech stolen by grim king of the disappeared. Pretending my character is not bored, I stab the Devil with the burning sword while Daughters of Eve break the pearly gate to escape Heaven of unwanted fate with children by the River Styx who wait till mute king deceives the rebellious horde. Pretending my character is not lame, I bind the Devil with his secret name jinxing seekers of truth with divine key which distorts our view of reality through psychic prism of verbality because snarky king misdirects our game. Pretending my character is not home, I map signless road where lost pilgrims roam searching for messiah who never dies though he rules nations of the Earth with spies who lead us to the church where Mary cries till First Mother rises from ocean foam.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, September 23, 2023
Pretending My Character
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