Ghost Who Maps Epiphany

Ghost Who Maps Epiphany
© Surazeus
2025 11 12

You always ask me how I feel today 
though I reply I have no time to pray 
for every person killed by greed for wealth 
when tyrants cleanse their countries of the filth 
who dare oppose their brutal tyranny 
lead by the ghost who maps epiphany. 

If you remember birthday of the clown 
who plays world king embodied by my clone, 
you could provide key to the cosmic code 
that reflects our faces in the rain cloud, 
concerned with getting tricked by villainy 
since you love to recite church litany. 

With each petition scared workers submit 
for equal wages from the hypocrite, 
they clamor for money more counterfeit 
than sacred doctrine smeared in holy writ 
through preternatural glamor seers express 
while singing on Bridge of Forgetfulness. 

You search beyond the ordinary thought 
for secret key that maintains Camelot 
with self-defense against the juggernaut 
that Krishna drives across the parking lot 
when you configure systemized empire 
governed by grand parliamentary choir. 

Gazing entranced in the ruby gemstone 
that flickers with first flash of the soul tone, 
you apply to Jupiter for home loan, 
but he thinks you long to sit on his throne 
and rule the world with humble ardency 
by passing laws that favor verdancy. 

Arrested for drunk driving into church, 
you lounge with your guitar on the front porch 
to sing new prophecies Cassandra writes 
with blood of tyrants on fate-signal kites 
when you lead people wandering lost on Earth 
who try to buy secret of second birth. 

You tell me I am Jupiter reborn 
in thick material flesh pierced by the thorn 
which proves I descend from his dreaming brain 
but choose to endure artificial rain 
on which you sail beyond the Promised Land 
where Lucifer rules with his red right hand. 

Where curlews strut across mudflats of fame 
I gather spotted eggs to host the game 
when martial artists battle for the crown 
that bestows right to judge life of the town 
so you lead us to defeat tyranny 
trained by the ghost who maps epiphany.