You Shall Not Shoot Me © Surazeus 2026 01 08 You shall not shoot me in the head with hate while I am driving to the lake of gods where I walk in dark woods of faceless ghosts to fish for demons in depths of despair so I can teach my handless child to count how many stars still glitter in the sky. You shall not shoot me in the head with fear while I am running up that hill of skulls to save the savior from the cross of pain who gives me bitter wings from fallen gods so I can fly above the maze of myths to find the idol of my laughing clown. You shall not shoot me in the head with lies while I am walking to the grocery store where gangs of thugs in masks of fragile pride chase honest immigrants to kingdom come since angels play with guns in paradise lost in the swirling smoke of burning homes. You shall not shoot me in the head with rage while I am writing fairy tales for kids to prove that people are good in their hearts according to the holy book of goats that tells us we should welcome to our homes lost refugees of war from distant lands. You shall not shoot me in the head with faith while I am dancing in tall ring of stones where Fairy Queen of Avalon proclaims how fundamental law of honest life declares, do what you will, if you harm none, till son of Jesus stabs her in the heart. You shall not shoot me in the head with truth while I am filming crimes of fascist goons who storm the Gates of Heaven with clean guns to steal the Crown of Jesus from his head when Odin chops the Tree of Knowledge down and forces Eve to marry him at noon. You shall not shoot me in the head with hope while I am climbing Zion before dawn to build new Temple of the Holy Ghost whose specter gleams on television screens as angel fallen from high castle walls, then flies away in starship of the mind. You shall not shoot me in the head with love while I am singing hymn to faceless God whose atom-spirit wakes in every brain that dreams brave United Nations of Earth against world empire of the vampire king who howls in rage that we defy his greed.
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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Thursday, January 8, 2026
You Shall Not Shoot Me
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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings elegy for Renee Nicole Good at memorial vigil in every city of the world where people oppose tyranny.
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