Propaganda Of Moral Truth

Propaganda Of Moral Truth
© Surazeus
2025 07 26

Still living in the trashcan of my heart 
blind demon of despair on angel wings 
rattles cage of sorrow with mocking laugh 
that shakes world temple of ecstatic ghosts 
which proves we are but candles in the wind 
blown by ethereal breath of mindless stars. 

Since every moment of our hope-fraught lives 
is terrible crisis we must endure, 
we paint our agony with dragon blood 
on giant canvases of worthless art 
within framework of theory we contrive 
free from propaganda of moral truth. 

Therefore the genius wizard of the hour, 
who codes artificial intelligence, 
wears faceless paper bag over his head 
to demonstrate metaphor of the self 
that we invent persona we perform 
based on Oscar the Grouch in his trashcan. 

Emerging from the barrel of his faith 
with scroll of arcane prophecy in hand, 
Diogenes lifts lamp of liberty 
and walks through marketplace of global wealth 
while he declares with fake voice of concern 
that he is looking for one honest man. 

Restamping coins with face of Mercury 
to satirize social conventions of wealth, 
Diogenes defies the mortal tyrant  
who crowns himself incarnation of Zeus 
who sends assassins with greed-polished swords 
so he flees to hide in Corycian Cave. 

Hanging out in jeweled cave of blind ghosts, 
Diogenes strums lyre of Mercury 
for Parnassus, Delphus, and Lycorus 
who cheer as he fights shadow of Delphyne 
that shimmers on wall of the inner mind 
when he decides to live free from desire. 

Inspired by flight of ravens in oak trees, 
Zeus hires Typhon to write computer code 
that sparks artificial intelligence 
to generate epic poems of great heroes 
who defeat monsters of the human heart 
which maintains United Nations of Earth. 

After working all day designing maps, 
Phoebus takes Corycia to posh cafe 
where, after fine dinner of steak and wine, 
he asks her to marry him with gold ring, 
so she cries with joy and they kiss with love 
while bombs destroy safe homes in distant lands.