Mansion Of My Strength © Surazeus 2024 03 19 Once we eradicate invasive tribes and bomb their religions to smithereens, we can build on ruins of their despair new paradise of grand national pride that shelters us from harm of bitter lies so we can eat the labor of their hands. Till we erase their libraries and schools, and burn books of their fake mythologies, we must subvert their gods to evil demons to portray our legends as victories of our wise seers over their witless fools that enhance our virtue over their vice. Here on this shining stretch of ocean beach, now cluttered with their factories and stores, I will erect grand mansion of my strength composed of marble blocks from empty halls to glorify my noble destiny bestowed by true God as my divine right. Where now these wooden shacks where farmers lived in dire poverty of godless despair, on this soft sand where wild children played, I will construct new spacious pool of faith with umbrellaed tables for honest feasts where my good family may relax in peace. You must accept with humble gratitude will of Heaven that determines your fate when angel wings, urged by divine decree, sweep your mendacious ghetto in the sea to cleanse this land of your viral disease so I can build paradise on your grave. Aggressive strength of assured confidence, supported by strength of national law, invigorates our drive to conquer Hell as we obliterate cruel terrorists who seek to drive us with unfair contempt from sacred space of our ancestral lands. Since God gave our forefathers this fair land thousands of years ago with starred contract, we dwell with vigor of bold fortitude through honest resilience against attacks, and, though we were scattered to foreign lands, this land remains ours by divine decree. Though we must kill to claim our paradise, to secure safe homeland by force of arms where our children may prosper with hard work, through courage of endurance we will grow to maintain progress from fertile faith, constructing Heaven from fiction of Hell.
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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