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Monday, June 9, 2025

We Grant No Kings

We Grant No Kings
© Surazeus
2025 06 09

Based on illusion of our time on Earth 
we perform defiance of faceless gods 
with tools designed by intermittent need 
to adjust slipstreaming atoms of hope 
till Lucifer describes how to reconstruct 
image of mankind we think is divine. 

Intense vibration of the star-god brain 
spurs trees to bloom from blood-soaked soil of fate 
so we remember every bad event 
that traps us in recurring loop of fear 
though we stand bold against cruel tyranny, 
determined not to care if we are crushed. 

Taught by the Star Gazer with diamond eyes 
to analyze progress of state affairs, 
I climb stairs of the tower to the sky 
where God presides at oak desk of insight 
to manage corporate empire of his greed, 
exploiting human bodies to gain wealth. 

Where pink peonies bloom from graves of gods 
we dance with wild abandon of despair 
till cute white Japanese Snow Fairy tit 
lands on frail branch of the old cherry tree, 
and gazes in my soul with piercing eyes 
black as lightless hole of eternity. 

We grant no kings right to exploit our souls 
by standing silently on busy streets 
with signs that boldly state our point of view 
that men who grasp at dictatorial power 
collapse from fraught exertion of despair 
so we record their failure to adapt. 

Since my immortal soul of demon genes 
got split in two weird doppelganger idols 
I contradict myself with timeless truths 
based on impossible code of distrust 
despite how I think time should construct fate 
with subtle laughter of the falling snow. 

Yet sad horse in clothes closet of lost faith 
waits amid dresses hanging from my skull, 
while young girl sneers at me with sly respect, 
then opens every door around the world 
that might release from shadow of contempt 
brave figures of cosmic authority. 

Discarding orders of the angry king 
with sharp regression of my mirrored soul, 
I recount tale of patriotic boys 
who turn against mute tyrant in the tower 
till Solemn Jester plays sweet saxophone 
to indicate democracy has won. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus grants no kings authority in free democratic republic of Zarathia where we live with liberty and justice for all.

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