My Empire Of Cash © Surazeus 2026 01 11 Catching fish of sorrows from lake of dreams, I roast painful memories on brooding flames to analyze frame of my mental state that defines ontology of world fate in which I arrange puzzle pieces well as map that directs how I play my role. Secure in ownership of fertile land, which my ancestors acquired by blood bond, I plot complex program to construct frame of honest principles that lead my team of corporate pirates to expand cash scope that we employ to spring financial trap. Ensconced in steel-glass tower of blind wealth from which I exploit labor to cleanse filth, my seat of global power provides base to manage civil conflicts fired by race which I devise to conquer and divide fragile nations fractured by social creed. My twisted sense of liberty provides chance to exploit uneducated hordes with bait that sparks their weakness into rage when I hire them as goon with gun and badge since I am free to use men as I will as fools on which I build Empire of Hell. Invested in program of thought control, launched by religious clang of the church bell, I long conspire with faceless oligarchs to legislate your tax as secret perks that channel state funds to my bank accounts while defunding schools by diverting grants. Locking once open doors to public schools, with cleverly encoded mental tools, I block your access to knowledge of truth to redirect your professional path that restricts opportunities to work in factory I own by homeless park. Play by rules I establish with state law and you will earn just enough cash to play in bright amusement park I also own in oppressive social system I plan so you depend on jobs I deign to ploy that suppress your ambition safely low. Working hard to build my Empire of Cash, through company that extracts mental trash, I scrabble hard to rise from poverty through principle of social liberty till I control resource of fertile land that keeps you all bowed low under my hand.
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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Sunday, January 11, 2026
My Empire Of Cash
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury on the street and sings satires that expose criminal enterprise of King Midas and his gang of goons.
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