Food For Everyone To Eat © Surazeus 2025 11 09 On that fatal day of my soul rebirth, when kingdoms and empires fall into ruin, I stand before blind goddess of the moon and pray that justice be dealt equally to all who struggle daily to survive, but she just smiles and shimmers gracefully. With hammer of freedom I smash the wall that long divided nation of my heart so we can walk again with heads held high through arch of triumph built from skulls of gods and feast with strangers on the Gottesplatz who cheer resurrection of brave Sigurd. Awake in mountains of Bohemia, where ravens teach me mysteries of the world, I search for secret cave of emeralds which gleam as eyes of Earth with ancient dreams revealing code of atom-woven genes through radiant essence that defines my soul. Subtracting random variants of my breath, pulsing with bright quintessence of my dust, I formulate grand principles for love asserting vigor through tenacity that drives my progress to transcend my soul with brave enthusiasm for rebirth. No supernatural beings of spirit force haunt us in shimmer of electric light except what we hallucinate through fear that faceless demons disguised as good men control our bodies with systemic laws to suppress our will to live our own way. So I leave city maze of market stores with coins of metal forged from bones of workers to chat with star-eyed owl in the World Tree who teaches me how deeds of common sense unite hearts of the people to create fair state where we bloom in adversity. Providing food for everyone to eat, Jesus offers respect to every soul who stands with dignity of hopeful breath to craft necessities with honest hands in service to communal needs of all who work in harmony of paradise. Though tyrants always rise from poverty with fierce determination of despair to control how everyone lives and loves, they fall from excess lust of bitter pride so we can work in harmony of hope to help each other thrive till we all die.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus operates food banks in every city from sea to shining sea where millions of hungry people, working for low wages, go each week to get sacks of food conjured by thoughts and prayers.
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