Blood Of Our Sacrifice © Surazeus 2023 11 03 Now quiet after blasting of the bombs, when eerie twilight lingers in smoke clouds over ruptured rubble of apartment blocks where nameless ghosts of wounded people lie moaning with pain in dark hospital halls, ruins of the once thriving city dreams. With unreal language in false prayers of faith will I lament death of innocent souls when fearful tyrants of two nations fight through brutal attacks of arrogant pride that destroy the people they would protect, hiding weakness from positions of strength. So many noble people with strong skills of creative craftsmanship based on love in both nations take up arms to protect their right to live on ancient fathered land and kill each other with anguish of fear that leaves them buried nameless in mass graves. Religious temples, hospitals, and schools, filled with frightened people hiding in gloom to escape rockets of nationalist hate, are blasted into heaps of moldering rubble, becoming tombs where those innocent souls lie crushed and burned into heaps of mute ash. If you ask me which city of lost souls I here describe with language of grim facts I will point to sprawling map of our world to show you thousands of cities and towns destroyed by armies of invading hordes that soak the Earth with blood ten thousand years. Hundreds of cities getting bombed today are just the latest casualties of war that rumbles around our fragile spinning globe in restless storms of fierce traumatized men manipulated by tyrants in towers who send them into battle to steal land. Safe in my home in land of Onatah, protected by army of boys with guns, I can do nothing but sing this lament with melancholy anguish of the fool for billions of people around the Earth killed in holy wars by proud Sons of God. My heart now pregnant with celestial fire, I sing heart-breaking elegy of faith that will not justify strict laws of Jove who sits on throne of swords in hall of skulls, and laughs with glee to see dumb humans fight so he can drink blood of our sacrifice.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, November 3, 2023
Blood Of Our Sacrifice
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