World Money Empire © Surazeus 2026 08 14 Though clouds of revolutionary change glow gold above vast maze of city streets, we go about our business to maintain social structures founded on principles that all human beings are created equal while homeless angels wander streets at dawn. Network of water pipes beneath our streets gleam with blood from the holy lamb of faith to weave our bodies in communal dream where homeless angels by telephone poles prophesy fall of our World Money Empire as Greed and Death play chess games for our souls. Hephaestus extracts from caves of desire minerals for constructing time machines which we all drive on highway of ambition in race across the waste land of blind ghosts for who arrives at the Promised Land first where Faceless God on throne of judgment sleeps. Sitting at his right hand in castle court, Jesus nudges Jupiter with left hand so bearded deity splutters awake from weird dream where he rides the Horse of Troy in brave bid to unite nations of Earth in World Money Empire of social pride. Thus shall we deem the victors of world war secret agents of Old Man in the Cloud who laughs at fierce games of humanity over who controls fruitful Tree of Knowledge uprooted by brave investors to build shopping mall where clowns entertain our kids. Though Phoebus attempts to organize facts in coherent world view that can account for every effect from assertive cause, which allows us to predict clear results, he almost loses sight of his main goal through messages from opposed institutes. There never has been one center of power around which all humanity may work through common focus on shared social growth, which leaves good angels homeless in the streets where they sit on the marble steps of fate with all their possessions in paper bags. As President of our World Money Empire, Jehovah plays golf in Elysian Fields with Krishna, Shangdi, and Odin in game for who will control hungry human souls who labor to maintain their dignity till their bodies fertilize crops of wheat.
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, August 14, 2026
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Orpheus aims rifle at Jehovah and mouths bang, making that old god and his golf buddies chuckle in amusement as war jets streak toward the Promised Land.
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