Stealing Crown Of God © Surazeus 2024 07 18 This treasure I find in the heart of Death charges my soul with battery of faith so when lilies blossom out of my head the sparrow flies to desert hills that fade when evening shrouds the world in silent gloom that leaves me stranded by the weeping stream. The diamond with ten million eyes that gleam with dawn light refracting in sea-wave foam glitters secretly in heart of the moon so I dance with grace on the rolling stone that tumbles down glass mountain of the mind to fall with sparrow wings in my left hand. Bones of my ancestors that form this land weave undulating structure that would bind our bodies in taut matrix of the truth so we wage world war to express our wrath that we must fight to claim our right to live as nameless ghosts trapped in the dreamless cave. Scared people call on their hero to save their souls from horror of death to survive constant social change in the brutal game of global fame always won by the mime who best embodies spirit of the age when I perform role of Death on the bridge. When I stumble blindly on the bare stage and stare in abyss from the crumbling edge, this treasure I draw from heart of the sun inspires my spirit to reach for the dawn though I wander lost in darkness of fear that suffocates my anger with despair. I fall forever from indifferent star on journey beyond reason to explore waste land of my memories on signless road so I translate weird stories to dream code though bullets pierce frail bodies with contempt when the tyrannical traitor is trumped. Standing on the mountain where Satan jumped after Jupiter brushed off his attempt to trick him into stealing crown of God, I declare I am son of Galahad worthy to reign as Plantagenet King who judges court cases for right and wrong. So I enchant your hearts with eerie song about dream demon and his magic ring that gives me power to control your mind when you vote for me as ghost of this land where I hide in apple tree of desire this treasure book of long-forgotten lore.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus laughs at the tyrannical traitor who fails to steal the crown of God.
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