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Thursday, September 17, 2026

No Second Chance In Life

No Second Chance In Life
© Surazeus
2026 09 17

While walking somewhere on my road of fate 
I look back down where my heart-steps have trod 
so I can make the future happen right 
because there is no second chance in life 
since I can never loop back on myself, 
then I become the sky of wordless wind. 

I wake in sunshine of the flashing mind 
and dance with carefree nonchalance of faith 
on lush lawn of the river that reveals 
ten thousand ghostly angels of the past 
who linger in paradise of my dreams, 
but vanish when I look straight in their eyes. 

I stroll with millions of angels at dawn 
on golden road of opportunity 
up winding way to palace on the hill 
where God the Holy Emperor of Earth 
sits on the jeweled throne of timeless truth, 
conceptual trope for global politics. 

Ten thousand kings who ruled vast tribes of men 
all vanished in the changing winds of time, 
yet shadows of their vital being remain 
as pristine portraits on museum walls 
and tales of deeds in dusty chronicles 
on shelves in libraries of made-up myths. 

God is delusion of the frightened mind 
because cruel tyrants wielding wands of fear 
beat anyone who defied their commands, 
enforcing strict obedience on mankind 
through six thousand years of harsh monarchies 
where mortal men claimed to be divine gods. 

We hope this more enlightened age of facts 
allows us to cooperate through faith 
without oppressive tyrants chained by crowns 
demanding we obey their selfish will 
because we vote for honest-seeming men 
to preside in councils guiding our states. 

Malignant narcissists obsessed by power, 
who seize control over vast governments 
to impose their vision twisted by greed 
on normal people struggling to survive, 
always destroy themselves with haughty pride 
since Fortune strikes them down with love for truth. 

Yet God that theologians have designed 
is trope that represents as character 
the noble leader who loves every soul, 
executing programs which organize 
each person to play role based on their skill 
so we generate life before we die. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus visits tomb of Jesus in Church of the Holy Sepulcher, then holds his skull in his hand and proclaims, "Alas, poor Jesus! I knew him, Surazeus: a fellow of infinite jest."

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