First Designed By Amen

First Designed By Amen
© Surazeus
2025 04 15

Mild reluctance of the arrogant snow 
to prove whether some god exists or not, 
inspires me to play confessional chess 
with every devil who dares interfere 
with my plot to realign the star frame 
geared to favor my fortunate success. 

How wild my heart accelerates back-flight 
when blind god who may or may not exist 
requires me to play congressional chess 
despite lack of experience with death 
that will erase this vision of the world 
glowing with immortal light in my head. 

Since no one ever attends my Dream Show, 
I decide it is best that I persist 
with programming my humanized robot 
with consciousness based on star-flashing breath 
because I always lose each game of chess 
I dare to play against the universe. 

Safe for now in haven of false desires, 
enclosed by walls of secure dollar bills, 
I rage against the global dream machine 
that brainwashes our minds to perceive how 
god embodies itself in the milk cow 
who grazes on grass in the vale of mist. 

Sparked by sudden feeling of bold despair, 
which haunts storybooks in library halls, 
I conduct studies of how rivers flow 
with winding suspicion of gravity 
that guides our progress to the cosmic sea 
where all molecules merge in mind of god. 

Though I grope half-blind in valley of fog, 
holding up lamp of liberty to plan 
random pathway I map to Wonderland, 
people may follow me centuries later 
to find paradise glows inside our hearts, 
yet still we search for fruitful Tree of Fate. 

Honest confusion for the role I play 
in global game of chess to attain power, 
that we call civilization, conjugates 
expansive formulas which define nature 
common to every human on this Earth 
which spins forever in the void of faith. 

Awake before dawn in the twilight zone, 
I unfold angel wings from the bone 
supporting infrastructure of state banks 
that fund educational institutes 
so brain of every child may be programmed 
with one world view first designed by Amen.