Barbed-Wire Of Paradise © Surazeus 2025 05 25 Though churches in every city are packed with fervent believers who pray to God for salvation from Sahara of snow, I crawl across shattered glass of old faith on unevolved fins of arrogant hope to rule the mountain as the reptile king. Pressed against sharp barbed-wire of Paradise, I howl with anguish of the mountain wolf to watch dinosaur steamshovels devour dead Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil that was mangled by bombs in the world war so Jesus can build cathedral of glass. Clutching wrought iron gate, studded with pearls transformed from eyes of sailors drowned in tempests, I laugh wild with maniacal disdain at angry vigilance of the blind crow who rejoices in sufferings of mankind by gambling for fake salvation with Death. Stone statues of soldiers from tragic wars glare down at people of the modern world who text each other on glowing eye-phones about awful crimes of the empire state built by the bleeding hands of immigrants and slaves shackled with debt of grim despair. Gathered in millions of churches at noon, men in suits and women in flowering dresses sing "Rock of Ages" with the solemn voice of terrified people desperate to believe that we will all meet again up in Heaven to dwell forever free from pain of life. The grand museum built from human bones, designed to imitate the Parthenon, stands firm on mountain of the burning bush ten thousand years after humanity destroys itself with prideful vanity attempting to control bodies of women. If we survive nuclear blast of the truth, we would exist as nothing but bright ghosts who play on fuzzy television screens roles scripted for celestial gods of fate who haunt us with the absence of their power corrupted by desire to live forever. Orpheus wearing black suit with green tie stands on the stage in crowded Church of Hope and preaches to the faceless crowd of ghosts how leaders embody Spirit of God who treat every citizen with respect, providing social structure for success.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Sunday, May 25, 2025
Barbed-Wire Of Paradise
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Orpheus and Jesus play chess for the souls of humanity.
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