Holy Light Of Fear

Holy Light Of Fear
© Surazeus
2025 04 14

Walking across the water on star feet 
to dominion of the blood-stained sepulcher, 
I bring scripture of state catastrophe 
as potent spell of resurrected gods 
to lead procession of the dead from Hell 
so demons rampage in nations of Earth. 

Divinity comes not from silent shadows, 
but hides in pungent fruit of psychic trees 
which burns our hearts with holy light of fear 
that cherished thoughts of Heaven we cling to 
deceive our eyes with putrid fantasies 
to lure us into destined graves of faith. 

Subdued elation when the towers fall 
in flames of national glory we admire, 
traps our hungry bodies in routines 
of helpless ambition to obtain wealth 
more than we need to survive each day 
in restless struggle to transcend our rage. 

Though we pray fervently with honest faith, 
no Jove appears in thunderous clouds of truth, 
yet cruel men, mad with lust to rule our lives, 
trick our hearts into giving them our trust 
as they declare themselves our savior-kings 
who hide their greed behind the smarmy smile. 

Indifferent beauty of the silver sky 
glares down at us with hostile friendliness 
as we project at invisible gods 
supernatural powers we wish we possess, 
then fight each other in grand holy wars 
over whose concept of God reigns supreme. 

Through fertile glory of enduring love 
we work together with unspoken faith 
in principle of liberty for all 
who live within one universal law 
to maintain world food-production machine 
while haunted by chimera of the grave. 

Melodious hymn of shocking prophecy 
reveals grand project of our loyal tribe 
which focuses attention of our hearts 
on consummation of religious faith, 
though we endure the visionary joke 
which traps us in the maze of paradise. 

Reborn from chaos of the singing sun 
with spontaneous joy of fearful urgency, 
we rise from darkness on extended wings 
with righteous undulations of weird courage 
to manage turbulence of global change 
with fierce devotion to democracy.