New Empire Will Rise © Surazeus 2024 12 14 If I sink too deep in the Sorrow Sea without the wings my mother made for me my brain may swell too huge with words of hope my father carved on stones for how to cope with deadly virus of beatitudes that twist apart my heaven-fractured moods. Each door of fear relocked by frozen words explains why joy ignores elastic birds that bring me keys forged in the bitter heart of that actress who will not fall apart when she performs my character on stage to channel social energy of rage. Clay jar that molds electric sprite of fate resembling idol designed to be bait cracks open in clean temple of the fool who sends his daughter to the priestess school though she just wants to sew elegant gowns for wives of kings who worship serious clowns. Nobody knows what role they should play now in social drama based around the cow whose milk refreshes minds of senators who sell their souls to psychic predators though God is no director for this film about how the cook grasps the spinning helm. We always fight about the storyline more rigid than the alligator spine defining how our nation-state transforms within framework of political storms between white nationalist theocracy and rainbow globalist democracy. I cannot return to my old homeland with everything I lost stuck in my hand because the people who drove me away were going to kill me if I planned to stay so every signless road around the world is now home of the wandering cosmic herald. Forget about the book I meant to write about all the wrongs I want to make right because water under the bridge of truth keeps flooding home of the messiah sleuth who climbs Mount Hermon to the ruined hall to meet the Watcher Angels when they fall. Inspired by progress of the mind machine, I ask King Hazael what God has seen, so he reveals how new empire will rise to unite every tribe under blue skies and merge all religions in one new faith that worships power of the Faceless Wraith.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury in temple hall where King Hazael hosts feast of the Watcher Angels, and prophesies the rise of a new world empire at third coming of the cosmic herald.
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