Anti-Christ Preacher © Surazeus 2024 02 18 To catch my breath from running signless road across bleak waste land of cultural affairs I pause before the house with many doors to chat philosophy with the sad maid who gives me sacred Holy Grail she found thrown in the trash by the proud son of Grendel. Tight wound in lithe coils of conceptual words, weird energy of angst sparks in my heart complex events played out in psychic court, social visions coded by tarot cards that reveal motivations of the rich who kneel with reverence before their teacher. Deep down in lake of sad monsters I dive to find their mother lounging on the couch while her children chase humans on the beach, so I face my fears in shadowy cave to save humanity from its own greed since Earth is inherited by the breeder. Wretched as our miserable lives must be, struggling against hostile forces of hope, I attempt to map our mental landscape to find where evil tyrants go to pray, because we build religion on the tomb where our prophet once taught us to be humble. Alone in vast metropolitan maze, where idols of gods go about their lives with the joyful laughter of honest thieves rich from worship of men fooled by their ruse, I swerve from stereotype to choose my fate determined by mindless atoms of Nature. Ascending high pyramid of blind seers, I gaze through diamond eye of inner sight to see how humans think they choose their fate because they use computers and drive cars in game to see who dies with the most cash as we attempt to transcend evolution. Entranced by vision of the mushroom ghost, I dance and chant around wild flames of truth, then crown myself emperor of soul faith to reign in feast temple as divine host, alive on Earth that spins from the first flash to grow from empires to United Nations. When laughing skull of Hamlet wakes my mind to view grand flow of human history, I see how the wealthy use trickery to control people with their social brand, till I claim right to the Perilous Seat and tour the world as the anti-christ preacher.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, February 18, 2024
Anti-Christ Preacher
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