Puzzle Of My Creed © Surazeus 2025 11 19 Nothing says crazy like the way cows laugh at foibles of human contests for power based on who can best tame the fierce giraffe on which he rides to possess the star tower then crash pearly gates of Jerusalem, yet still I rule ghosts of Elysium. Mad prophet of the modern nuclear age proclaims prophecies through the radio about the woman who appears on stage to build world empire from lush Idaho in bid to equalize all states of mind since no one seems to know how to be kind. We sell each other trinkets of dream truth to fuel economic growth for our state so well-organized by messiah sleuth who reads Tarot cards to program our fate that helps us prosper till the end of time when the world transforms with the charming chime. Assertive progress to express the self diverts attention of prophetic seers who code weird characters for the book shelf through revolution against puppeteers despite acceptance of faith in the Lord who conquers the world with my bloody sword. Through psychic breath of distant ringing bells I clear space wide around my dream-framed soul for morphing pain with ghosts of secret wells so bitter wisdom programs my new role which I perform in tower by the lake to prove my persona is me, yet fake. Projective spell of words that weave world view swells whole organic body from my brain which I sustain by performing virtue based on tragic tales in which tyrants gain social power over gullible fools who fight to dismantle our public schools. When I discover mystery of the heart at crossroads of my senses bound by hope, I record my quest on confusing chart that teaches my followers how to cope with disappointment that every soul dies so our memories vanish from our eyes. This complicated virtual world of life which I program from all my memories, that keys proverbs for managing harsh strife, dissipates to nothing all truths and lies except what I record in spells you read in project to paint puzzle of my creed.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Wednesday, November 19, 2025
Puzzle Of My Creed
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Orpheus teaches classes on writing poetry of the persona to factory workers and food service employees at the University of Zarathia so everyone can learn how to wear the mask of the anti-hero.
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