White Horse In The Stone © Surazeus 2026 07 15 The way we dance about the broken tree of knowledge, where three angels gamble souls against electric solitude of fate, reveals conceptual jaggedness of fear by which we prove our noble manliness with psychic levels of testosterone. Trapped in grim ritual of the shopping spree to buy masks and costumes for our new roles, I scrub our television screens of hate on holy mission from the Puppeteer who questions origin of happiness invented by the white horse in the stone. The way we gather at the flash of dawn in ring of stones, that angels call Stonehenge, to sing electric hymn of shocking truth, inspires the eyeless aliens from Zar to teach us humans how to colonize the waste land with water pipes of desire. In every life I always play the pawn trained by Minerva to unpeel the orange as heartfelt gift to world messiah sleuth who rules United States of Zathamar through hidden network of innocent spies who sing about Orpheus in the choir. The way we weep with anguish of respect for people who die unfairly each day, because our souls dwell in no afterlife, exposes fraud of preachers who declare our wounded bodies will rise from the dead because our brains pulse with ancestral ghosts. Unnerved by riddles of the brain defect which fool me into thinking I must pray with plan to learn lessons from mental strife, I emerge dripping from swamp of despair to parade with jeweled crown on my head on global stage where I play Lord of Hosts. The way we type our thoughts in fractured verse in vain attempt to describe what is real, contrary to lies of religious creeds, expands scope of my conscious sense of self beyond strict bounds of righteous lethargy based on canon law of the vampire god. Inspired to wear bright mask of Lucifer, designed by my mother with glass and steel, I study potent vibrancy of seeds that bloom from footsteps of the daring elf whose kiss sparks my heart with dream energy which helps me code the formula for fraud.
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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Wednesday, July 15, 2026
White Horse In The Stone
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Orpheus and Jesus debate in the auditorium at the University of Zarathia over whether or not souls persist after the death of this fragile body of hope.
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