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Thursday, January 30, 2025

Barons Of False Wealth

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." 


1 comment:

  1. 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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