Empire Of Corpses © Surazeus 2023 10 21 Though I lead armies of warriors with swords to conquer every nation of the world, I find I rule with glorious crown of fame over empire of corpses without souls who haunt me in tears of widows and children while I eat poisoned apple of despair. While searching for ardent woman I love, I walk past corpses on the battlefield who beg for water from the faceless sun, so I sit on nostalgic turtle shell to play sweet melodies on golden lyre and sing with sorrow of the death I caused. Seeking revenge against cruel terrorists, who kill women and children without qualm, I kill the innocent and the guilty caught in tsunami of angry young men who rampage across the land with sharp hate that destroys all people, both good and bad. Honed sword I hold upraised with bloody hand, which my father forged from demons of fear to protect me in haven of his heart, is terrible demon with lust for blood because it kills with indifferent contempt to sate thirst for revenge that drives my heart. After I kill tyrants, oppressors, thieves, rapists, slavers, cheaters, killers, and liars, to free innocent people of the world from self-blinding greed of their tyranny, I throw sharp sword in deep lake of despair then win hearts of the people with sad songs. Since our world that spins in starless void was ruled by hungry dinosaurs of rage we mice, evolved to humans, fight to live by forming gangs ruled by messiah god who leads us into holy war for peace till he rules empire of corpses with love. Despairing at beauty of human souls that glow with life for too-short span of time, I give away gold and jewels of pride, then sit beneath the fig tree of lost hope to perceive repeating patterns of change that cause our bodies to be born and die. Half blind from sunlight gleaming in my eyes, I stand on river shore of timeless faith to note that water flows in bounds of truth, so I wash blood of the dead off my hands, then pray for release from slow wheel of time while I rule empire of corpses who sing.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Saturday, October 21, 2023
Empire Of Corpses
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