Game Of Mental Stealth © Surazeus 2024 12 01 Leisurely laughter of the unconcerned explodes dire misconceptions of the weak whose performance in game of mental stealth fails to convince majority of clowns who analyze how disease twists the mind to recognize the weird joke Death designed. We pass each other on the busy street, convinced we are abnormal sons of God, since our children slide into pool of fate while Dishonesty looks the other way, but who storms the Gates of Heaven this time at subtle instigation of the chime. Riddles solving revolutions are burned when the Devil tries to find out who leaked state secrets to the defunct Board of Wealth to spite the tyrant who steals jeweled crowns while forging deeds of ownership for land claimed by the leader of the marching band. I visit tomb of Nameless God on Crete with application to join Justice Squad, assigned by Zeus to guard the Pearly Gate where Daughters of the Disappeared still pray to Maat for justice in the psychic game since every dead dictator is the same. Each stanza composes once puzzle piece secret analysts assemble to seek obvious location of the Holy Grail, yet children prefer to quietly paint prophetic murals on walls of the bank destroyed each summer by the godly tank. Yet Nostradamus in Tower of Eyes hires me as young apprentice to record obscene prophecies of future events when the tyrant tries to crown himself king which causes people of the land to laugh each time he falls off the Golden Giraffe. I think we will never achieve world peace, yet still we try to paddle up the creek when our government is put up for sale by Midas whose evil ways are now quaint, since we have seen worse happen than we think when his greed causes Ship of State to sink. This game of prophecy played by blind spies is competition of the rich and bored which I am winning against presidents who must kneel and kiss my godfather ring, till Americans decide they had enough, since no one dares call out his haughty bluff.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus visits Nostradamus in his tower to interview him about his poetic method for composing prophecies about the fall of tyrants.
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