Tomb Of The Unknown Soul © Surazeus 2023 10 13 Through every age of bloody human history, in every land around our spinning globe, greedy kings build armies from sons of farmers, then attack threats to their hegemony in hungry tribes that fight their tyranny, using genocide to destroy their state. On this Friday the Thirteenth of October I stand before Tomb of the Unknown Soul to memorialize victims of genocide, innocent civilians in every land killed by invading armies of proud kings, whose blood cries out from Earth to empty Sky. To protect their wives and children from harm men carve holy mountains in blocks of stone to build paradise of surrounding walls enclosing Heaven in haven of hope where God stands guard over garden of fruit, presiding over police state of laws. Ten thousand heavens built with bleeding hands fall when besieged by pirates crowned as kings whose angry followers slaughter the people so refugees of war wander bleak waste land in endless quest to find the Promised Land till they invade and kill its local tribes. When noble temple knights defending Heaven are slaughtered by fair king hungry for power they form secret society in caves to operate honest fight for Liberty till they overthrow every monarchy and organize one world democracy. On hill of skulls, where the humble tribe leader died to protect his people from oppression against the haughty king on throne of gold, I stand to defend with song of my heart innocent families with mothers and children against angry gangs with weapons of death. Before broken Tomb of the Unknown Soul, bombed by tyrant on high throne of gold, I pray for salvation to empty sky while empires expand control over land where women and children survive each day vowing to fight the men who killed their fathers. No world messiah descends from Glow Cloud though the Cosmic Herald with Burning Book wanders vast maze of Pandemonium, city of towers that spans the entire world, yet Athena, bearing the Sword of Justice, searches for lost child of the lonely wolf.
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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