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Friday, July 3, 2026

Wear Mask Of Faunus

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. 



1 comment:

  1. 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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