Devils He Conjured © Surazeus 2026 01 03 Each hour I leap up to my faceless god in vain attempt to transcend reckless time, and outwit stars that allotted my soul this twisted nature that flings me to Hell, I think I shall escape devils of rage that emerge from my heart born from free will. I realize whose arrogance pulls me down when I attempt to leap beyond this life against the ever-moving spheres of fate that trap me in this body tense with lust, for I see clear in mirror of my heart I am that devil who clutches my soul. As Christ once suffered on the cross of pride to offer blood of brave divinity with selfless love to cleanse the wretched soul by swirling in the firmament of faith, he proves grim principle of social truth that wily tyrants defeat honest men. This shining soul of vibrant energy that emanates from frail body of flesh is conjured by electric chemicals which nurture pulsing neural net of dreams so I wake from this temporary form that soon will vanish into nothingness. Grave Pythagoras gazing at bright stars imagined we are flames of energy that beam down from celestial realm of light to animate this frame of flesh with love, then beam back up again when bodies die, but he has never returned since his death. Haughty Faustus thinks he sold his soul to wise Light Maker high among bright stars so he conspires to twist the social scheme with tricks that favor fortune of his greed by strutting on world stage with haughty pride, asserting right to exploit us for gain. This bitter weakling, who crowns himself king contrary to our republican laws, betrays bold principles of liberty on which we maintain process of our state ensuring justice and freedom for all, and thus devils he conjured drag him down. No Christ, yet to rise bold from social need, will save that greedy Midas from his fate, which he contrives from every choice he makes, so his own traitorous deeds of cruel hate will come as devils sprung from his foul heart to drag him down to Hell that he designed.
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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Saturday, January 3, 2026
Devils He Conjured
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury in Zarathian Museum of World History, reciting tale about the rise and fall of King Midas, destroyed by devils he conjured with his own greed.
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