Our New-Built World

Our New-Built World
© Surazeus
2025 02 26

Before we step into our new-built world 
we must endure destruction of the old, 
uniting in our quest to journey forth 
through swirling smoke of arrogance and hate 
when fearful men in castles of false gold 
try to kill us when we oppose their reign. 

Surprised at coming of the cosmic herald, 
I leap in swirling vortex of the void 
to measure conscious spirit of the Earth 
who programs formulas of psychic fate 
in emerald on the magic wand I wield 
when I translate secret code of the crane. 

Amused by photograph of the rock star 
who sings anthem of patriotic pride 
while twisting sorrow on the glass guitar, 
I ponder how wise leaders know to sing 
heart-warming melodies of old folk tunes 
that women chant as they till garden soil. 

Now that I am wise King of Zathamar, 
anointed servant of Emperor Toad, 
I build starship inside spinning Earth core 
to beam my soul in horcrux of the ring 
worn by my Muse when she invents Thought Runes 
as memes that code my soul-genetic coil. 

I cannot describe with clairvoyant words 
sacred institutions of the new world 
that we will build from ruins of world war, 
but I predict we will elect our Gods 
from sacred Bloodline of the Holy Grail, 
born from wombs of Mermaid and Melusine. 

Therefore I translate riddles of blind birds 
who predict coming of the cosmic herald 
as social architect of Zathamar 
who rules the world with social justice squads 
patrolling nations with judicial scale 
in mental starship fueled by gasoline. 

As Global Savior built by Frankenstein, 
designed to represent humanity, 
I reign on Pyramid of the God Eye 
that sees everything which happens on Earth 
in whole time-animated atlas globe 
preserving history in Realm of Ideas. 

When I work for President Clementine, 
who maintains our global democracy, 
I forge gold plates of truth on Mount Sinai 
encoding secret of spirit rebirth 
to navigate time with my astrolabe 
as last grandson of mad prophet Tiresias.