Since Cain Killed Abel

Since Cain Killed Abel
© Surazeus
2025 05 26

If I must sing the hymn of hope solemnly 
then I would find the sea too beautiful 
to claim the modest courage of the sun 
that fills my final self with phantom light 
which fuels my transformational progress 
beyond the strangeness of this world I love. 

Before I became this physical being 
who wears the mask of anguished honesty 
I sought to change with restless tides of time 
to grow into my secret unnamed self 
whose face appears in vision of the world 
though I dissolve in shoreless sea of souls. 

Through infinite spaces in Mind of God 
I fly against fierce tides of moral rage 
to bomb the social structure of despair 
that traps our bodies in vast maze of hope, 
and free the frightened souls from church of lies 
to fight against indifference of the sky. 

No rage from suffering of victimhood 
could rouse your noble loving God 
from dank cathedral tomb with angel wings 
to save mankind from brutal wars of greed 
when men bent blind on conquest of the truth 
declare divine right to defend themselves. 

Since Cain killed Abel at the dawn of time 
their sons have fought ten thousand years of wars 
to prove whose God is real by chance of fate 
through contest of quick wits against mute strength 
which scatters orphans far across the land 
who build new empires to control the lake. 

Across the waste land of America 
I search for secret of the Holy Grail 
past shadows of despair where devils lurk 
to seize the moment with aggressive greed 
till I rebel with boundless love for truth 
and fight with breath of comprehensive facts. 

Each tree that writhes from corpse of some old god 
ignores my questions through insanity 
till my tears water roots of their desire 
then they reveal weird secret of rebirth 
that in hindsight now seems so obvious, 
burned in eyes of billions killed in world wars. 

I give fresh flowers to the one I love 
so she can brew sweet liquor from their juice 
which I drink with intense alacrity 
while dancing high on bombed tanks of their god 
then build from ruins of America 
world democracy of Zarathia.