Barons Of False Wealth © Surazeus 2025 01 30 "Old sun is not our pineapple of love," Garsenda sings while strumming taut lute strings, "yet when I gaze at blankness of Blue Sky I have to wonder why I feel no fear that Death possesses people everywhere though no one knows the answer except God." "I slip into the future of my mind," Garsenda tells small turtle in the rain, "so I can be in two places at once, because in land of arrogance and hate humility and kindness are the way we find our way to light of paradise." "With heartless ache of psychic agony," Garsenda whispers to the rolling stone, "I name dark beasts of social tyranny who eat the bread and drink the wine of faith so we who work are left with nothing real except gold idol of our Angry God." "Through passionate trust in the Evermore," Garsenda weeps beneath the willow tree, "my heart enwombs the savior of the world who bears book of the covenant with grace till mob of minions by the tyrant paid dare crucify King of the World at dawn." "Based on remorse for holy word of law," Garsenda shouts at divine hurricane, "I shrive cold anguish of the Eucharist to resurrect from death the anarchist who wrestles river from traditioned course to flush revolting barons of false wealth." "Now we shall raze all icons to the ground," Garsenda howls with laughter of the owl, "so we can build religion based on truth that we are atoms swerving in the void who incarnate immortal soul of genes in bodies of our children till we die." "So wake the scourger from tomb of despair," Garsenda preaches to the hungry choir, "who slits the throat of tyranny with hope that we can find in trash of fatal art arcane code to calculate the dream chart that leads us to the holy land of birth." "These lies I carve on Tablets of the Law," Garsenda croons to crowd of dancing lovers, "corrupt our mental programs with weird thoughts that everyone is equal in the law and no one should apply their privilege to lock the gates of paradise to all."
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Thursday, January 30, 2025
Barons Of False Wealth
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Orpheus produces record album of songs sung by the trobairitz Garsenda who sings haunting melodies with eerie mercurial voice of the Sibyl.
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