Holy Book Of History

Holy Book Of History
© Surazeus
2025 10 09

I could live ten thousand years from the prize 
earned through the sweat and tears of singing spells 
that readjust how brains perceive the world, 
except that I am cursed with dragon eyes 
that see beautiful angels in dark wells 
who appoint me to play the cosmic herald. 

I could wear mask of prophet you discard 
by walking signless road to Wonderland 
where starving children worship puppet clowns, 
except my face reflected in the shard 
resembles leader of the marching band 
who sings of Jesus in small country towns. 

I could reveal immortal soul of genes 
that pulses bright in glass cells of my soul 
through television screens of memory, 
except our brains now animate machines 
as mindless robots who perform their role 
programmed by Holy Book of History. 

I could continue to evolve soul form 
from fish to god by twisting words of faith 
in frantic game to achieve global fame, 
except I love to dance in lightning storm 
that swirls from psyche of the cosmic wraith 
whose wisdom realigns the social frame. 

I could compare philosophy of truth 
to cube of concepts that Rubik designed 
which simulates aspects of our world view, 
except the fool who plays messiah sleuth 
will be crucified as the mastermind 
who codes theology from what is true. 

I could transcend limits of space and time 
to surf waves of our dream continuum 
through undulating tunes of aching hearts, 
except ideal of God evolves from slime 
to build fruit garden in Elysium 
where faceless ghosts live bound by starless charts. 

I could achieve success through tyranny, 
exploiting people to increase my wealth 
as I declare myself Great King of Earth, 
except I wander lost in fantasy 
that I will live forever in good health 
through magic miracle of second birth. 

I could relax in peaceful paradise 
and read literary novels of fate 
in quiet suburb cottage of success, 
except the tyrant, trapped in greedy vice, 
contrives to rule the world with bitter hate, 
so someone has to clean up this world mess.