Wake Devil Of Hunger © Surazeus 2025 10 12 If I dig well of hope deep in my heart enough to reach the darkness of true love, I may find everlasting source of truth to water fields of sorrow with brave tears so wheat may flourish in bleak field of skulls as rays of sunlight transformed into food. When rain falls not on sunbaked hills of fear and trees groan thirsty in fragile despair, I wake devil of hunger in my heart and offer body of desire as sacrifice so blood of selfless love may crack the sky, releasing tears of joy to drench the world. Weird beauty of illusion in my mind, which my eyes perceive on surface of things, emanates from essential core of being and motivates intent of my fierce heart to strive with passion to transcend contempt so I build wealth on program of success. Asserting domination of control to manage wild chaotic swirls of change, I breathe ethereal beauty of respect that channels fierce aggression of blind fear through weird disfigured mask of angry god who wastes his energy in futile rage. Rendered impotent through reckless exertions, when he lashes out misdirected strikes at shadows he regards as enemies, the greedy tyrant stumbles as he flails against honest walls of reality till he expends his rage in useless deeds. Still able to assess dire circumstance that traps our bodies in perplexing maze of bitter regret for impulsive choices, we bond our sore hearts in courageous quest to fight against cruel tyranny of greed so we can free our souls from unjust laws. Though we seem to be scattered in despair, wandering pointlessly in the waste land, and rail with ineffective eloquence that details crimes against humanity, we trust that bold providence will provide clear-eyed messiah to lead us from Hell. United in one purpose to achieve strong democracy through justice for all, we join our hearts in communal respect to rise from rubble of our fallen nation and build new world state based on Liberty with courage to defend our equal rights.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus digs deep into sunbaked dirt with eloquent faith that he can find water to nourish the thirsty people of the world with justice and equal rights.
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