Heal Our Hidden Wounds © Surazeus 2024 12 13 The proper subject for my exile dreams remains harsh suffering humans must endure, tales of courage fragile people express through clever jokes prophets relate on stage which elicits laughter from broken hearts to heal our hidden wounds with solemn hymns. Entangled spells of selfless sacrifice exhibit noble purpose of pure hearts with public deeds performed to benefit non-profit organizations which fund administrative fees to manage tasks designed to cite outdated empathy. Stuck halfway between ringing of church bells and rumble of truck engines before dawn, he calculates progress based on false worth procedures reflect, flushed with exercise minds activate through formulas of sense, compounding profits from veiled images. Reluctant to translate ornate Devilspeak, construed by legal double-talk to rate regressive health in plunging phase of shock, he studies deceptive analysis that loosens faith in miraculous cures, deadened by despair from relentless pain. So, if you get sick in America, prepare to endure anguish of contempt heaped on your head by Darwinian officials who sneer at weakness as badge of disgust, believing only the fittest survive relentless attack of lusting viruses. If you are suffering disease undeserved, they laugh that God has rejected your prayer since he will throw you away in the trash of genetic failures, while they achieve impressive feats of strength and mastery, favored by fate to generate new life. They rejoice in their superior condition, designed by God to rule over the weak with right to exploit labor of our hands, enriching bank accounts at our expense, so they sail yachts to tour the war-torn world while we work in their factories of need. Yet in our common hunt for whom to blame with raucous howling of demonic rage, we fight each other with elaborate jokes for who holds right by privilege of birth to live as puppets in my exile dream, and who would be erased from flash of time.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, December 13, 2024
Heal Our Hidden Wounds
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Orpheus calls insurance provider to file claim for necessary life-saving procedures for Ophelia, but hangs up enraged when they deny, depose, and defend.
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