Flag Of Innocent Respect © Surazeus 2025 06 08 Waving the flag of innocent respect, I run smoky streets where ravens abide in lustrous lighthouse of the listless sect who measure misfortune of mindless pride with pure Promethean passion of the lost despite attempts to recover the cost. Blessing brutal battle of honest hope, I try to stop masked men with toxic guns who kidnap migrants still learning to cope with barbarous rules bland devil outruns in race against domestic fortitude, fooled by myopic monsters seeking food. Pressing backs against the prison-bound truck where tax-paying workers shackled by chains gamble for salvation with Lady Luck, we fail attempt to earn capital gains based on inevitable game of trust, twisted by language of pecunial lust. Escaping grasp at flotsam of my mind, spirit starved by disbrilliant scam of faith, I grasp with torrid talons undesigned at tender wonder of melodious wraith who sells us wishes forged in flames of fate for spells concocting tricks of transient hate. Recording heartbreak in screenplay of jokes that presents deeds of bored backsliding thief, I strengthen knowledge of the promised hoax with praised putrescence pilfered from fake grief by mixing concepts marginal to proof no Gift-Giver prances on our church roof. Issuing cards with identity code, designed to error emulated masks, I photograph auras through mental mode with tragic turpitude of menial tasks the wingless devil thinks he must perform to vacuum biohazards from the storm. Soaring across our nation on glass wings to multitask monumental regret, I valve strict surgical nature of rings to protect precious life of my coquette who rules curious castaways of fame, nourished by psychic glamor of her name. Brushing our fragile bodies into Hell, the thoughtless hand of God nurtures no care for spirit of the goddess in the well who asks me to accept her dauntless dare that must provide no alibi for why except what we invent with Watching Eye.
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, June 8, 2025
Flag Of Innocent Respect
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Orpheus draws water from the well to quench thirst of refugees from the relentless civil war that destroys their homeland.
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