Play The Cosmic Herald © Surazeus 2024 11 27 Though autumn leaves bury my empty grave, erasing me from memory of the world, I dance free and alive in the dream cave, ready at last to play the cosmic herald by appearing in cathedral of ghosts to prophesy rise of the Lord of Hosts. Though presidents crown themselves tyrant kings to divide all the nations of the world and exploit the poor while the devil sings, dictators tremble when the cosmic herald arrests their tyranny with global laws to protect Liberty and her noble cause. Though oligarchs organize mafia gangs to control rich resources of the world, democracy will survive harsh birth pangs with vital support of the cosmic herald, at least I hope that Freedom will prevail against fascist theft that should always fail. Though storm of tyranny looms in the sky, almost snuffing out freedom in the world, we unite in cathedral of the spy who incarnates soul of the cosmic herald to defend United Nations of Earth so women are free to choose giving birth. Though harsh winds of anger and racist hate batter every humble home in the world, we define our future to feature fate through social reforms of the cosmic herald based on mutual compassionate respect that nurtures our democratic project. Though angry dictator on throne of gold rages that many countries of the world live free from vile scam he once thought he sold, we rally around the brave cosmic herald and fight to hurl his gang back to Hell so freedom-lovers can live on Earth well. Though gray-eyed Odin on the misty moor gathers heroes from each land of the world, he teaches me to forge key for each door so when I wear mask of the cosmic herald I can defeat puppets of tyranny for humans who prefer democracy. Though I wander lost in waste land of fear at forces of greed that assault the world, I trust Hidden Dragon whose hands will steer ship of state, captained by the cosmic herald, safe to paradise we create with trust, knowing every creature returns to dust.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus rehearses many years to be ready at the crucial hour when the world needs him to play the cosmic herald as leader of justice against tyranny.
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