Epiphany Of Emptiness

Epiphany Of Emptiness
© Surazeus
2025 01 03

When you shoot bullet of hate at my face 
I become giant character balloon 
floating high in Thanksgiving Day parade, 
shaped as Superman who represents Zeus, 
or Snoopy who represents Cerberus, 
so I will not feel pain of sudden death. 

While I am bleeding to death on the grand, 
flat on my back beneath the great blue sky, 
I share epiphany of emptiness 
with Andrei at the Battle of Austerlitz 
through immobile eyes of infinity 
since Nature is indifferent to my life. 

I remove persona mask of my name 
ten thousand times with each new life I live 
as gene coils incarnate parent to child 
to show indifferent universe that I 
am supernatural being of mortal mind 
who creates my fate with each choice I make. 

If I am Atum, Zeus, Jehovah, Jove, 
Jupiter, Odin, or Allah, then I 
am mortal man pretending to be God 
as I assert authority of law 
when I threaten you with dire punishment 
if you refuse to obey my command. 

When I shoot bullet of law at your face 
you disappear from game of politics 
we play in chess match to control the world 
so I proclaim myself winner of wealth 
which I extract from Earth with hungry hands 
to build empire by judging who can live. 

You will never hear me speak what I think 
through dramatic monologue of intent 
because you believe each lie I decree 
as article of faith in truth I claim 
which programs your mind to obey my will 
for I will kill you if you dare rebel. 

Each time you think you find me in the man 
who preaches great lie of the afterlife 
or tricks you into voting for my scheme, 
I disappear from dark heart of mankind 
and find another bitter soul to trap 
so I suck energy from their despair. 

I am the blind gun in hands of outrage 
shooting endless bullets at gentle hearts 
to erase all rivals from game of chance 
till I ascend vast pyramid of power 
where tyrants always fall from in disgrace 
to prove I need no devil wings to fly.