Tragic Cost Of Liberty © Surazeus 2024 01 07 The angels that I see cannot be real, the blind girl smiles at the exploding book, except for that one in the mirror eye who looks for her mother in every face that passes her by on the city street with wings of the raven who never sings. I live my life the way I want to feel, the blind girl whispers to the unlocked door, though every choice that I pretend to make must be determined by my character so fate is what I would do anyway, even when I think about how to act. The laughing angels who do not exist, the blind girl snarls at the arrogant wolf, fly around the tornado of my head with deep insight into nature of rain while I wait for the rapture to begin because only the obedient survive. I want to play chess with Death on the beach, the blind girl explains to statue of God, because I am owed justice in this world though Nature is indifferent to my being, so I always take what I want to have and keep my treasures hidden in my head. I want to find my mother by the lake, the blind girl shouts at the passing jet plane, but she was forced to cook meals all day long as payment for her trip across the sea to find salvation in land of the free till they left her in the desert to die. Though she is dancing in Heaven with joy, the blind girl proclaims to the whistling bomb, I want to talk to my mother right now about the strange epiphany of truth that reveals tragic cost of liberty for those who fight against cruel tyranny. I want to ask God with sincere respect, the blind girl screams in the shiny glass mall, why the innocent suffer in despair because the strong exploit them without qualm and steal from the loyal hardworking man while feasting on their misery with a sneer. The angels that haunt me with flaming eyes, the blind girl sings to zombies in the church, fill me with radiation of desire, so without parameters of the real I choose to create rather than destroy, cooking food for lost refugees to eat.
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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