Flag Of The Bloody Cross

Flag Of The Bloody Cross
© Surazeus
2025 10 04

If they must ask why we are still alive 
we could unwind fake clock of naked hope 
to readjust perception of the world 
revealing truth about our hungry hearts 
that misdirects our progress beyond faith 
till we are floating on the sea of tears. 

She pauses on the signless road of hope 
to glance back at progressive path to see 
if she has gone quite far enough to find 
the secret treasure of her broken heart 
that writhes with anguish in grave of desire 
despite her vow to find the Promised Land. 

Ten thousand warriors on the dusty plain 
stand at attention to await command 
she issues through voice of the faceless god 
to fight for our manifest destiny 
in bid to conquer wilderness of pain 
by riding black snake of divine insight. 

Each warrior who returns from battlefield 
reveals his tale of how he died in vain 
at thrust of sword or spear that tears his flesh 
and rips his body into shards of glass, 
that quiver mutely in the bloody soil, 
and hurls his howling soul in cave of rage. 

She watches warriors of the empire crawl 
on bloody stumps across vast parking lot 
in wretched anguish of their twisted bones 
as they clutch at cracked credit cards of faith 
that pay for luxuries of blinding greed 
to float in sparkling hotel pool of lust. 

With graceful gestures of her fight-scarred hands 
she raises million warriors from the dead 
who march on puppet strings of her free will 
to conquer every nation of the world 
in war to overthrow each greedy king 
and free people of Earth from slavery. 

Now resurrected from imperial graves, 
brave warriors of the Promised Land enforce 
aggressive law of brute national pride 
as they rush forward with the heat of rage 
into obliterating bullet-rain 
that splatters souls of gods on prairie grass. 

No bearded prophet of the Promised Land 
now lounges on the meadow chewing grass 
so his elaborate Song of Myself fades 
as hollow echo in Grand Canyon vales 
where ghosts of warriors trudge on endless march 
to bear flag of the bloody cross to Hell.