Book Of The Golden Rule © Surazeus 2023 12 24 While drinking acrid wine on Christmas Eve to celebrate birth of some long-dead king, I feel my brain vibrate with the cosmic weave of atoms binding our world in vast ring where wild demonic suns of throbbing light sparkle in blood cells of my inner sight. To open gift-wrapped box of secret truth while sitting around tall pine by star pool I must rely on scripture-programmed faith for how I read Book of the Golden Rule by which I fight to defend fertile land with bloody sword of honor in my hand. They came to kill me and kidnap my bride, I explain to the old priest in the chapel, so I had to kill them to prove my pride, then sit by warm hearth and eat my last apple while I watch over my wife and young child who sleep at midnight, so peaceful and mild. While dreaming in art museum at midnight, among portraits of Madonna and Christ, I see epiphany through blaze of light that all those kings who reigned and sacrificed their lives to serve the Holy Grail with love are sons of Jesus in gold clouds above. Though Jesus himself is long dead by now, his descendants live in children of blood, mothers and sons who ride the holy cow as each new-born boy plays king blessed by God to reign over nations of Supermen who march to war with intention to win. Through bloodline of the Holy Grail Christ reigns with each generation of new-born sons who expand empire from castles of planes by sending soldiers to conquer with guns till every nation of the spinning Earth celebrates the night of his humble birth. Though I listen close on the midnight clear, I cannot hear that glorious song of old ring out across the land shrouded by fear, when angels on the Earth strum harps of gold to hail when the hidden dragon will rise to reign as global king beneath blue skies. I am no prophet bard with pen of blood but I can foretell birth of new world order that will rise from world war of storming flood where every last nation-confining border will be replaced by universal rights, enforced by fair laws the blind wizard writes.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, December 24, 2023
Book Of The Golden Rule
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