If I Reveal My Soul

If I Reveal My Soul
© Surazeus
2026 03 29

If I reveal my soul by how I sing 
relentless emotion through opposites, 
I undeceive myself with new belief 
that glamors richness of our messy world 
which vainly proves with brute indifference 
that Nature fills us with passion of hope. 

If they assassinate idol of stone 
that represents proud ruler of the world 
with accurate bullet of childhood games, 
we may choose new god from the mortal crowd 
to play wise ruler of our crowded state 
who plays piano with graceful respect. 

If we march to martial music of blood 
with bright torch of freedom in every hand, 
we may find our ancestral voices cry 
for justice from blood-soaked soil of our land, 
so we raise flag of Liberty with faith 
that our wild howls become anthem of truth. 

If we spring laughing from sonorous hills 
at sudden strike of brave cathedral bells, 
we may plow fields of stubborn prairie grass 
and plant gold wheat of fierce ambitious plans 
to build empire of hungry enterprise 
so our children may dance in sweet moonlight. 

If I cast line of hope in lake of dreams 
with hope to catch elusive fish of faith, 
I may hear noble song of moon-white geese 
call out to angels on flame-golden clouds 
who grant my boon to gain hard-earned reward, 
though Nature owes me nothing for my work. 

If I should meditate by sparkling brook 
that shimmers calm in grove of twisted birch, 
I may hear strange enchanting song of faes 
that lures my heart to seek dark gloom of fate 
in deep forest green of snow-crested hills 
where child of the mountain waits for my gift. 

If blind musician in dark smoky bar 
plays earthy melody on saxophone 
with soulful anguish of inhuman truth, 
I feel myself alive more than the sea 
halfway between midnight and dawn of time, 
awake with silver shimmer of star waves. 

If I leap over brook of crystal skulls 
while running from death on black horse of fate, 
I feel cascade of timeless water spray 
swirls of strange immortal energy 
prismed radiant with souls of fallen gods 
who weep to hear me sing about cruel death.