Ruthless Winners Like Me © Surazeus 2026 06 10 Time has no frantic pace I can discern that leaves all mortals in cold graves of faith, so I race headlong toward high peak of fame in desperate contest to achieve success above all other losers on this globe whose skulls crumble to dust beside my own. Long tedious days crowd endless short years with daily contests to gather more wealth than competitors in shadowy woods who pray to faceless spirit in the clouds to grant them random luck of generous fate while I hoard food in cold castle of stone. Ignoring cries of homeless refugees, driven from rich lands by laws I decree that river-nourished woods are mine alone, granted divine right to gather and hunt for secret treasures of bountiful Earth, I lounge in tower with coffers of plunder. Though hungry hordes of rebellious fools clamor desperately at gates of my Heaven with revolutionary fervor of blind rage that I gain power through law over land to defeat them in chess game against death, I sip sweet wine and dine on roast beef steak. While they beat drums and pipe with Bacchic frenzy beneath electric horror of the moon, I strum gold strings of the elegant harp and chant harmonious hymns of reverence to praise Lord God whose frank benevolence has blessed me with wit to pilfer their wealth. Removed from teeming crowds of vagrant churls who cry for justice to the empty sky for infernal judgment against my power, I fund their passage on mercantile ships across stormy sea of indifference to slave on my farms in the colonies. Ruled by harsh law of the grim wilderness, that those who are stronger and wiser win in brutal battle of wits to control religious narrative of the whole state based on systemic privilege of wealth, this world honors ruthless winners like me. So though our nameless skulls sit side by side on lightless shelf in cathedral of faith, as if we are equals in realm of death, I stamped my name on grand buildings and laws in legal framework that enforces power of my descendants to exploit your own.
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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