Real Face Of God

Real Face Of God
© Surazeus
2026 05 23

If I could sing the sorrow of my heart 
without breaking innocence of the world, 
I would express harsh truth with shaking voice 
to render negative insouciant greed 
by which my fierce words transmit warranty 
against withdrawal violently reversed. 

No less versatile at weaving dream spells 
from fluttered fragments of weird memories, 
my heart procures precise reasons from fear 
to register our tangled fate with love 
irrelevant to thoughts of helpless rage 
concealed by frigid rules of false respect. 

If dire response to surgical concern 
requires social sacrifice through regret, 
then I would dare retrieve with sincere hope 
revenue of suffering supplied by scenes 
of brutal assault that impugn attempts 
by cruel aggressors to control my soul. 

No more aggressive than devilish greed 
from critical analysis of threats 
intended to injure secure desire, 
my heart devises secret strategy 
to turn acute observation of facts 
from mutant passion of potential faith. 

If I could optimize obvious path 
expanding radius of relevant pride 
with referenced records of financial growth, 
then I would dare pursue real happiness 
based on statistics no one understands, 
to play my game against accepted role. 

No further than the sudden end of time 
beyond conceptual theory of mute death 
could I extend insight of prophecy 
to see Real Face of God through telescope 
that renders only globes of spinning gas 
from which the star-eyed Seraphim are born. 

If time unspools synthetic creed of faith 
designed by mental therapist of death, 
I might survive this global war of truth 
fought between dream-blinded gangs of men 
who claim their god will resurrect their souls 
so they shall inherit Heaven on Earth. 

No longer treasured by world traveler 
who maps symbolic myth of noble deeds, 
fierce gods too long worshipped by gangs of thieves 
transform to idols of marble distrust 
that stand in museums of glorious lies 
so we see our own faces in their masks.