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Thursday, April 30, 2026

Evade Voice Of Death

Evade Voice Of Death
© Surazeus
2026 04 30

No problematic gestures we express 
may untwist alphabets of moral rules 
in frantic harmony with waterfalls 
that scream our secret names into the void 
where mindless robots play old social roles 
in vain attempt to evade voice of death. 

No eloquent stutter of campaign speech 
should misalign psychic programs of faith 
contrived by preachers of the Holy Word 
to ride the gravy train of false respect 
in boldest scam since cryptocurrency 
fools millions to invest in fantasies. 

No haunting song of plum-tree nightingales 
sparks sublime visions of celestial grace 
to swell from pulsing cortex of my heart 
beyond mercurial strangeness of dire shores 
where ghosts of my ancestors mutely lurk 
in dim plutonian shadows of my mind. 

No ardent monolog of anxious hope 
teems from my brain in tangled curse of fate 
to ponder actions I could boldly take 
with arms against wild sea of troubled times 
and by opposing tyranny of greed 
establish liberty as way to live. 

No thoughtless crime of arrogant assault 
by frightened minions of the bogus king 
will stall my gradual progress to construct 
new global system of social support 
designed to ensure fair justice for all 
who share vision of Heaven we attend. 

No unsolved puzzles fragmenting our state 
could scatter children of the fallen God 
across unmeasured landscape of desire 
without nostalgic journey beyond home 
to colonize far distant lands of fear 
where skull of Hamlet prophesies our fall. 

No complex project shy Cassandra draws 
with Rod of Aaron in hot desert sand 
could unframe fraught ontology of truth 
since no one cares to understand her code 
describing consequence of war we fight 
in campaign to elect new president. 

No fabulous accounts blind bankers tell 
to analyze how fiscal systems fail 
convince our fragile bodies to rebel 
till Phoebus proves gold mask that Midas wears 
was forged from bones of hungry dinosaurs 
in failed attempt to evade voice of death. 




1 comment:

  1. Orpheus wonders why satires of sorrow keep bleeding from the fountain of his compassionate heart that aches for every suffering soul on Earth.

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