Faceless Terran Wraith

Faceless Terran Wraith
© Surazeus
2025 10 03

If people think about the shattered light 
as if grass grows from corpses of old gods, 
we might soon comprehend weird rules of flight 
accentuated by gold lightning rods 
fixed firm in round array of star-code rays 
which guide our journey in the dreamless maze. 

Each building we construct from photographs 
will crumble into fragments of strange lies 
that program riddles of thought cryptographs 
devised to fool the faithful psychic spies 
who still believe this land belongs to them 
though no one now can wear the diadem. 

Ishtar commissions Phoebus to construct 
religious institution based on dreams 
from framework of our psychic aqueduct 
to model meaning of life on vale streams 
through ontological scripture of faith 
embodied by the faceless Terran wraith. 

Because truth is beauty, and beauty truth, 
eccentric proverb of the angsty seer, 
I find my calling as messiah sleuth 
appointed by the global puppeteer, 
so I lounge alone in my Nowhere Land 
to program visions with my red right hand. 

Though our great nation is falling apart, 
the land remains from sea to shining sea 
as we have mapped our tales across its chart, 
because it is illusion we are free 
that dissipates beneath dictatorship 
which attempts to control our membership. 

Born from the pungent soil of Oregon 
with wings my father Icarus gave me, 
I oppose tyranny of Babylon 
where Star Dragon rises from Liberty 
to transform how we view our nation-state 
in changing landscape we must navigate. 

People of America gather round 
the fallen angel once named Gabriel 
who writhes in anguish on unholy ground 
to make our nation more imperial, 
uniting Europe as Gothinia 
to ally with new-born Zarathia. 

When soldiers with green crosses on their shields 
march with cameras instead of death guns 
to conquer lost tribes of Elysian Fields, 
we gather in stone ring where the horse runs 
to vote for our new world democracy 
presided over by Queen Liberty.