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.
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, April 30, 2026
Evade Voice Of Death
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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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