Colossal Idol Of Gold © Surazeus 2024 10 26 When my soul flashes and yearns with the sea I spread wings of Icarus to fly high, but fall off statue of Nebuchadnezzar just as Sisyphus sends his rolling stone bouncing down the rugged slopes of Mount Zion to smash the haughty king into mad clowns. The star-eyed angel with gossamer wings in milky robe that flutters in sea breeze dives down from Heaven on the lightning flash that splits globe of my heart with promises while laughing with watery sound of the harp as I fall from grace to reality. Trembling with passion of the roaring sea, I run with howling wind on sparkling sand till wretched pain of my Plutonian soul vibrates aggressive wisdom of the storm so my heart swells with radiance of the moon from holy vision of the shocking truth. Twirling blade of metal I forged from flame, I strike snarling sharp-toothed demon of hate with fierce aggression pulsing from my heart till I hack its scaly flesh into steak which I roast on crackling flames of delight to feast on bloody spirit of its rage. Ascending stairs up pyramid of Uruk, where Gilgamesh reigned as world-wise king, I fight through horde of spear-thrusting warriors, then stand before old vampire king of death and declare, I am Ozymandias, and I now rule the world with bloody sword. I will fight with righteousness of my strength to kill every man who opposes me till I am the only king in the world by building empire of justice and and peace on corpses of tyrants, slavers, and thieves, and through murder protect the innocent. Though I have grown old and weary with time, my frail body but leather bag of bones, I command sons of farmers to construct colossal idol of gold with iron feet so men will worship me ten thousand years as God on Earth who built empire of peace. To stop tyrants from waging endless wars I kill every man who calls himself king and trample on all their religious scriptures, so gaze on paradise garden I built for Tree of Life with always bear rich fruit and never crumble into desolate waste.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus sits on head of the fallen idol of Ozymandias and stares at the lone and level sands of the waste land that stretch far away.
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