Mad King Of Bitter Hate © Surazeus 2026 06 08 Last night under the fractured bloody moon I discovered I failed to verify my faith subscription to the resurrection so I find myself, when I wake at dawn, stranded in endless maze of asphalt streets that binds cities of Earth in cyberspace. I knock on glass door of the Happy Church to ask if they sell updated maps to the soul but the robot wearing a blue preacher suit tries to sell me shares to the Afterlife, so I steal tattered wings from Icarus and leap from steeple of the mocking owl. Gliding high over maze of city streets with message scroll I swipe from Earendel, I try to find statue of Lucifer who bears the shining Lamp of Liberty, but mob of factory workers tears it down to build new bowling alley with a bar. Landing in Garden of Eden with grace, I stroll rocky shore of the River Styx, cluttered with skulls that prophesy world doom, and search for the Tree of Knowledge and Lies, but find King Midas hacking at its trunk because he wants to build a huge ballroom. When I call Jesus on the telephone to report vandalism in paradise he sends Azrael with electric wings to wrestle the mad king of bitter hate, but Midas accuses him of being crooked then storms away to sulk by the Dead Sea. Grasping scepter Nebuchadnezzar dropped, Midas rides huge gold hippopotamus past bomb-blasted gates of Jerusalem, through crowds of angels jeering at his face, but he sneers and snatches gold Crown of Thorns to crown himself emperor of the world. Swift Hawk of Horus swoops down from Blue Sky and transforms into Lucifer Sky-Walker who wields law-sharpened sword Excalibur, to behead greedy demon of despair, but blade of justice crackles hologram that flickers, then returns to bloated hugeness. Soaring up to High Castle on Golgotha, I break through third wall of apocalypse to smash computer racks of corporate banks so eidolon of Satan dissipates, which dispels cloud of doom shrouding the world so people of Earth rejoice in the streets.
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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Monday, June 8, 2026
Mad King Of Bitter Hate
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Orpheus pops enormous balloon of King Midas so full of hot air it screams in agony as it deflates to limp corpse of egomaniacal fear.
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