Museum Of Mad Souls

Museum Of Mad Souls
© Surazeus
2025 10 25

Entangled stories of religious myths 
reveal common elements of one faith 
that binds all human minds in firm belief 
we carve as symbols on black monoliths 
which vibrate with spirit of the god wraith 
who offers comfort in our hour of grief. 

Composing frame of social reference 
to better organize random events 
in coherent narrative of my life, 
I attend grand celestial conference 
to analyze what each trope represents 
in how I gain wisdom through psychic strife. 

While strolling in Museum of Mad Souls, 
I study masks of ancient characters, 
that still includes prophets, jesters, and kings, 
to understand how they designed their roles 
as choir directors or vain choristers 
who devise proverbs from heart sufferings. 

Each time I learn new facts about the world, 
and see how other people choose their fate 
through decisions made in the heat of fear, 
I expand my story as cosmic herald 
who maps history so I can navigate 
maze of myths designed by the Puppeteer. 

As prophet cursed to watch effects unfold, 
from causes sparked by fear-empowered greed, 
I project vision of Heaven on Earth 
that we create from ideals angels mold 
to nurture paradise with fruitful seed 
so we ensure success of spirit birth. 

As jester urged by quick rebellious mind, 
to rewrite system of progressive rules, 
I leap outside flow of accepted norms 
to broaden perspective of all mankind 
with magic results of conceptual tools 
we employ to survive destructive storms. 

As king commissioned by popular will, 
to manage their skills in productive work, 
I build global food-production machine 
through capital that funds crops on the hill 
distributed to all as social perk 
that nurtures growth with creative routine. 

As game host in Museum of Mad Souls, 
trained by Minerva to record the truth, 
I carve special personality masks 
for growing children to invent their roles 
through divine vision of messiah sleuth 
who grants vacation from our tedious tasks.