Beaten By Seraphic Wing

Beaten By Seraphic Wing
© Surazeus
2025 01 04

Robert wakes from dream of raking wing bones 
from birds distracted by rainbows of hate 
to crash in windows of ambitious clones 
who gamble with Death to rewrite their fate, 
but always trap themselves in what they choose, 
shouting with impotent rage when they lose. 

Robert looks at nothing on page of spells 
after waking from years when he slept amused, 
bored by epiphanies of sacred bells 
that leaves his loyal followers confused 
by riddles he paints on proud walls of banks 
that goad them to block tyrannical tanks. 

Robert measures length of Atlantic waves 
that violently break against his beliefs, 
yet he fails to account for what he craves 
and dreams he floats undrowned in sparkling reefs, 
so he returns from death with marble feet 
as shining beacon for the national fleet. 

Robert wears mask of hell-bent deity 
to translate opaque portent of the sea 
in tune reflecting psychic gaiety 
that spurs his dire performance to play free 
with cosmic circus on Orphean lute 
entrancing spells that render tyrants mute. 

Robert hears bones cry out in the long night 
for honest answers of heavenly hope 
but fishermen weep, blinded by the light 
of false faith which helps the traumatized cope 
with shock of bombs exploding in their brains 
while their children escape on crowded trains. 

Robert stands boldly on rocks of mad seas, 
demanding God with ocean voice explain 
why people suffer hunger and disease 
while other people steal wealth to gain 
control over how people see the world, 
till sudden coming of the cosmic herald. 

Robert laughs wild with bitter tears of truth 
at how the ocean swallows pride of men 
and wrecks our ship steered by messiah sleuth 
to save our nation from Satan again 
who possesses the arrogant lustful king 
who will be beaten by seraphic wing. 

Robert creates dream of our glowing Earth 
as something imagined by divine souls 
instead of garish passion suffering dearth 
of mental treasure fractured by vain goals 
recalled in tranquil numbness of despair 
that scatters our spirit shards everywhere.