Loom Of Verbal Fate © Surazeus 2024 12 27 If the Fates still think of themselves as young and beautiful to eyes of desperate souls, I am not surprised people are still fooled by their vain promises of artless grace while dancing in mirrored room of desire that tricks us into choosing how we die. We know without investigating why that creature lurking by the Tree of Life is not the Christ billions are waiting for, yet I would like to undeceive their minds so one of every third person on Earth may see Pandarus rise up from the dead. With his dramatic gesture at clear truth, Pandarus reveals to our shocked surprised that madness is the end of every play where the haughty man, puffed up in his pride, who snatches crown of thorns to claim as his role of world messiah, is always doomed. The traitor to our noble principle, that every person living in this land has equal rights to opportunity based on liberty and justice for all, will strut his hour on global stage of fame till his tyranny crumbles from his shame. The way we choose to live defines our fate for every step we take leads to our death, even if we dwell in the House of Dreams or meditate under the Tree of Knowledge, for our organic frame of chemicals dissolves our consciousness to mindless air. The fiery wheel that spins across the sky as solar goddess named Solaria weaves our planet with quick atomic threads that tangles our minds in matrix of hope so with each breath our soul is energized to expand consciousness and become God. Ten million spider girls of cosmic love spin Earth from light on loom of verbal fate so we are characters with special names whose forms appear on tapestry of time to play our role in creation of life then swirl back into mindless sea of light. Pandarus dressed in wizard robe and hat lures curious people in the circus church where angels and devils, paid by our fate, re-enact war between Jesus and Satan through our state election every four years which keeps our nation vibrant with new hope.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus watches the fates weave the Earth on the loom of verbal fate, curious to see how history will unfold since Zeus founded empire of Zarathia.
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