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Friday, August 14, 2026

World Money Empire

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. 



1 comment:

  1. 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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