Never Die Of Truth

Never Die Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 05 10

Because my heart will never die of truth, 
though my body and mind wither from time, 
I wander fields of wheat till I meet Ruth 
who teaches me psychic secret of chime. 
We hold hands as we stroll along the stream 
while troubles weave our hearts in loyal team. 

Before I wake up, stuck in Tree of Life 
while stealing apples from Lilith the Queen, 
I learn from Hephaestus how to forge knife 
of justice with my name in damascene. 
Though she casts me out of high garden walls 
I study secret of electric balls. 

In Desolation Canyon of Utah 
I build log cabin on Green River shore 
where I write love letters to Onatah 
who trades wagons of corn for iron ore. 
When I escape castles on noble quest 
I build democracy in the Wild West. 

Riding my bike in the small Texas town, 
I think about Brenda with eyes of gold 
who giggles when I flirt as clumsy clown 
then sing prophecies the Crow Witch inscrolled. 
I see mask of her face on golden moon 
when I ask Anne Bradstreet for sacred boon. 

Our great empire now collapses from lies 
since ideals of justice and liberty 
are twisted from tricks spread by foreign spies, 
which curses my tribesmen with poverty. 
We build from ruins of America 
new equal nation of Zarathia. 

I do my part while wandering road of fate, 
composing epic of philosophers 
to highlight heroes who investigate 
nature of life as truth geographers. 
Now I can vanish from dream of this world 
at thirteenth coming of the cosmic herald. 

We should not wait for brave Lyterius 
to save our nation from the tyrant thief 
since democracy is precarious, 
for justice requires sacrificial grief. 
I search for Ruth in prairie fields of wheat 
to calculate our wealth in the spreadsheet. 

Since our nation will never die of truth, 
we build new world view on verified facts 
adjudicated by messiah sleuth 
who notarizes all social contracts. 
As thirteenth descendant of the Crow Witch 
I chronicle truth with each hexastich.