War-Machine Of Fear © Surazeus 2026 09 28 Our bodies, ground in war-machine of fear, transform from angels to demonic gods who fight for plot of land to plant fruit trees when greedy tyrant on the ziggurat demands obedience to him as sun lord so we pay taxes for his lazy guards. Hoping to escape war-machine of fear, we run across the swirling waves of fate to leap on angel wings into bright clouds, but plummet to grave Earth of broken hearts in crash that clears space in the Holy Land for us to build new empire of dead gods. Transformed to ghouls by war-machine of fear, we mortal bell-brains clanged by shouts of hate howl wild in chorus with electric wolves that prance through arch of triumph to pretend our savage slaughter of our enemies grants us rewards of noble gratitude. Confused by code in war-machine of fear, I walk through abacus of glowing trees to translate pungent scent of after-rain from shock of surging blood in twisted veins to hunger magic through imperatives that we exchange gifts with oppressive goons. Sun-dazzled fierce by war-machine of fear, I stumble lost in labyrinth of ghosts who fail to possess idols of dead kings based on transcendent nature of god eggs to dwell in yet-unrealized dreams of peace contingent on obedience to the king. To reinvent the war-machine of fear as faith-expansive gyroscope of love, I build wood bridge across abyss of death so angels may cross from their world to ours and give us treasures on the moon-gold night where laughing waterfalls preserve our thoughts. Paralyzed by the war-machine of fear that churns out greed-blind devils of the church, I wash my face in pool of Hippocrene which causes wings to sprout from my sponge brain so we pick vegetables in falling snow and eat hot soup around fire of despair. Concerned about the war-machine of fear by mining silver from deep Laurion caves, we build huge fleet of ships with billowed sails to fight great empire of the tyrant king and save our nation from enslaving chains so we may live and die with liberty.
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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Monday, September 28, 2026
War-Machine Of Fear
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Orpheus accompanies Themistocles as he oversees construction of the fleet of warships designed to protect our homeland against invading hordes of colonizing thieves.
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