Death Is So Beautiful © Surazeus 2025 08 05 Death is so beautiful in her black dress, Apollo sings into the microphone while Dionysus plays the saxophone and Orpheus twangs the psychotic lyre in Le Bal Blomet jazz club in gay Paris while ghosts who will die in the world war dance. Floating in eerie sorrow of the trance, Death twirls with graceful arrogance of love in crowd of people lost in haze of hope who dance to escape stark vision of fear for angels in silver planes who will fly and drop bombs on gardens of paradise. Alive on Earth four hundred million years, Death walks beside me on the road of life and smiles with joy for beauty of this world while telling me with beaming heart of love how wonderful all the human beings are who savor life with hot flame of the star. Viridian waves of the innocent sea flash as they swirl on gold sand of the beach with amazing lessons they want to teach, but I just stare at mirror of my eye that shelters our world in sphere of fresh air which fills our bodies with pneumatic soul. When I slouch paralyzed by grim despair at constant suffering that people endure everywhere else in never-ending pain, Death takes my hand with smile of joyful love and leads me in dance on our spinning globe that spirals on forever in the void. Death gazes at me with infinite eyes that glitter deep as boundless space through time so I feel vastness of the human heart that pulses with pure energy of hope to progress forward on the roadless plain within expansive strangeness of the sky. Though shock of horror pierces my soft heart with bitter angst at unfairness of fate that strands so many helpless souls in pain, I rise up from mud in oppressive rain to untwist wisdom of my heart from hate by mapping quest for love on my star chart. Death is so beautiful with her black eyes, I sing as I strum lyre of Mercury with heart-enchanting melody of faith that stirs the hearts of millions from despair so we all dance with spinning of the Earth to celebrate life till hour we all die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus sings haunting hymn of love while Death follows him from Hell to sit together under the Tree of Life by the River Styx where they make love so she gives birth to Adam and Eve.
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