Institute Of Proper Truth

Institute Of Proper Truth
© Surazeus
2026 07 04

Now that I have returned from Hell, and work 
as scribe for Institute of Proper Truth, 
I see strange beauty in the grim parade 
of dead men singing in the blazing sun 
who march majestically to Kingdom Come 
with dreary loyalty to long-dead kings. 

Far beyond present swirl of circumstance 
I see great wrongs committed by cruel thieves 
who pilfer national treasures from our hearts 
against grand principles of honesty 
on which our old republic wobbles weak, 
which we must clear away to build anew. 

I hear no fierce cadence of marching feet 
in sprawling suburbs sea to shining sea 
where frightened men in rusty trucks of hope 
buy phony timeshares to the Afterlife, 
then sell their hard-won rights and liberties 
to gain fleeting sense of security. 

I know grim sorrows of my fellow men, 
hearts gripped by plan to build brave walls of stone 
on fruit-tree mounds around the bubbling well 
so we may keep our precious families safe 
within safe-haven pale of paradise 
that we have built on hard paternal skulls. 

Now that I sneak lost in Heaven, and work 
as spy for Institute of Proper Truth, 
I hear mercurial wail of lonely souls 
in ancient songs across America 
expressing joys and sorrows of their hearts 
with faith our old democracy will last. 

Outside cracked window of my small-town home 
I hear no boom of bombs bursting in air 
on this side of the wild Atlantic Ocean, 
yet flowers bloom from sun-parched soil of fate 
in hills along the green Oconee River 
far from the misty hills of Avalon. 

While I hear snap of striped flags in the breeze 
that ruffles ocean waves with sparkling foam, 
I smell sweet scent of meat on crackling grills 
and laughter of young children who play chase, 
so I strum new guitar and sing weird tune 
that echoes cars on highways to the moon. 

With laughter of the normal citizen 
we celebrate birth of democracy, 
yet lament threat of fascist tyranny 
on this hour two hundred and fifty years 
since we declared independence from greed. 
so I share watermelons with you all.