World Empire Of Faith © Surazeus 2024 10 12 The empire we live in will not soon fall, so I sit on back deck of my quaint home and play melancholy tunes on guitar to remember when I was young and poor and traveled east across this wooded land my ancestors traveled centuries ago. Leaving ancient kingdoms of tyranny, where thugs in castles, wearing jeweled crowns, pronounced themselves agents of the Sky God, my ancestors sailed across sea of storms on fragile boats of faith in liberty to live free in this fertile Promised Land. Always traveling west in the wilderness, they left behind crowded cities of banks to live beyond the grasping hand of greed, but every valley where they escaped to was annexed by the kingdom of the east till we now live in world empire of faith. Unknown augur in haven of my home, I study how birds fly across the sky where Icarus once soared from castle tower to live free beyond walls of paradise, then analyze state of democracy to prophesy in riddles no one reads. Since honest prophets always end up dead, killed by cruel tyrants grasping for control, I hide dire prophecies in clever code, wrapped in enigmas of humorous jokes that no one ever seems to understand, so I live unlaureled, safe in my home. Since Adam founded Kingdom of the Word, established by David with sword of faith, ensured by Jesus to grow in our hearts, and expanded wide by Meroveus for Constantine, Arthur, and Charlemagne, our world empire grows in America. Through sacred bloodline of the Holy Grail Jehovah builds his world empire of faith in sons of Jesus incarnate as kings who strive to conquer all nations of Earth under one invisible Lightning God who patrols the world in starship of peace. Though fractured in hundreds of warring states, United Nations of Earth will compose world empire of faith under global law based on justice and liberty for all, beautiful vision that will never be as I flow with the river to the sea.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus relaxes at home and strums guitar as the world empire of faith grows all around him to envelop the globe.
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