Wear Mask Of Faunus © Surazeus 2026 07 03 Because Death always walks my road with me beyond eccentric scope of my perception I choose to twist despair through charity with shocking sorrow of the revelation that God is shadow of our darkest fear we cast against fractured mirror of Heaven. Strange evils writhing in cave of my heart cry out with loathing of expert obsession at monstrous beauty of my mental chart crucial to state of amorous possession so with Pygmalion craft I mold her soul from seething chaos of stellar creation. As jester in mad world of broken souls I go on journey to the kingless nation, where I am both the stranger and the town, to peddle tickets to the fake salvation in holy war conducted by the priest who leads lost thieves to fight the revolution. When I arrive in valley of the dolls, who wear masks of beauty to veil confusion, I spark their souls awake with ardent chant so they can choose their lifestyle with decision that flows from passion of their secret hope to dance with grace at my assassination. Since there is more to water than our tears that drum on jagged cliffs from frantic ocean we roar with laughter at the puppeteers who fool us all to drink faith-poisoned potion so we cry out at brink of empty creed when God declares his laws with humble thunder. Brave Goddess of the Sun with star-bright eyes appears from cloud of swirling elocution to sing with ardent shock of spectacle that no divine mind drives constant motion of atoms swerving into tangled coils through chemicals of genes that flash our spirits. Though I am pilgrim on the signless road, who maps too many ways around weird Heaven, I sense Truth Demon pulsing through the land born as mercurial tune my heart has driven through honest witness to no miracles except generative power of Nature. Sharp rattle of the mountain waterfall shocks my urban-numb heart awake with passion so I wear mask of Faunus when I dance with graceful clumsiness of mortal human fueled alive with divine spirit of light that gleams with corrupt purity of wisdom.
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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Friday, July 3, 2026
Wear Mask Of Faunus
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Orpheus laughs with delight at second coming of his assassin, then gives one billion dollars to every human on Earth as he lies dying in the mountain.
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