Yellow Snake Of Truth © Surazeus 2026 05 12 Dredged up from the past, strange memories, strangers recorded in ambiguous riddles, crawl wounded on hot highway of ambition, and latch their bodies with obsessive lust to pulsing antivirus of my brain where they plant seeds that reprogram my mind. Floating in colonial skyscape of hope, dispersed across vastness of timeless thought, I wear silver mask of the wise Ungod to play Music of the Spheres on bone lyre that shakes Poisoned Apple loose from my brain so I become the Yellow Snake of Truth. Brewing gloom in white hot Cauldron of Faith, with tears of angels, and mushrooms that sprout from corpses of gods men worship no more, I wear Mask of Folly carved from glass skull of the newest devil to walk the Earth who claws diamonds from ghost mountains of fear. When the Maimed King, still slouching on gold throne of obsolete power, clutches Holy Grail he stole from cracked Tomb of the Unknown savior, I sweep back Curtain of Uncertainty to reveal Faith Beggars wearing gray suits who preach about salvation of the vampire. Renamed Pilgrim of the Apocalypse, I react with wild laughter of King Lear against mechanical sterility of our world industrial society, then design weird blueprint to resurrect Zarathia from ruins of America. I bow with reverence of honest respect before Supreme Being of the One-Eyed Sun whose radiant light of life illuminates our spinning Earth with atoms of desire, since, unmoved by Eight Winds of Providence, he floats serenely on Lotus of Love. As latest descendant of Melkhizath, whose spirit animates my heart with faith, I contemplate Wyrd of our universe, which is the only version that exists out of all the possible variations mirrored by fractals of the multiverse. Still echoing softly in Cage of Voices, prophecies of the Sibyl with gold eyes shatter illusions of national pride because Spirit of Odin, bold Lightning-Caster, is worshipped by people of America, terrified of the Yellow Snake of Truth.
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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Tuesday, May 12, 2026
Yellow Snake Of Truth
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Orpheus explains to people of America that they worship Odin who wears the mask of Jesus, but they insist the woke hippie is a holy warrior of nationalist pride.
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