Devil With My Face

Devil With My Face
© Surazeus
2024 11 07

When I become the devil with my face, 
zooming in my starship through outer space, 
I shall expand my psychic consciousness 
large as our galaxy of preciousness, 
shaped oval as my dragon-engined brain 
programmed to analyze each loss as gain. 

In portrait of the devil with my face, 
which transforms into God without a trace, 
the noble spirit of my programmed soul 
attends sharp focus on its sacred goal 
to flow in harmony with waves of change 
that flex with rules across my moral range. 

Hidden inside the devil with my face, 
I search for manuscript on the bookcase 
recording secret riddles of my code 
that could provide clues to the signless road 
which I should follow to find paradise 
with functions powered by a nuclear device. 

Performing as the devil with my face, 
I play Orpheus in this public space 
as psychopomp who leads the nameless dead 
to land of bitterness for ritual bread 
we eat when dancing on the pyramid 
while I search for where gold tablets are hid. 

Though I wake as the devil with my face 
by strumming lyre of Mercury with grace, 
I escape paradise after my show, 
evading Death across mountains of snow, 
to find wings of Icarus in the cave 
which helps me translate riddles of the wave. 

Talk to me as the devil with my face 
to discuss our progress in the arms race 
when Odysseus and Aphrodite run 
for President who controls the Law Gun 
in contest to run the money machine 
designed by mad grandson of Melusine. 

Amused I am the devil with my face, 
caught in the act of performing god-face, 
I twirl gold scepter with the Diamond Eye 
refracting divine souls from the Blue Sky 
to battle for Jehovah as God of Earth 
for right to assess what each soul is worth. 

When I quit being the devil with my face, 
spouting rhetoric on the master race, 
I will retreat from global power game 
because the result is always the same, 
yet I will return as the cosmic herald 
with new vision that will unite our world.