Dress His Daughter Wore © Surazeus 2026 10 11 Too many children have been killed in wars when men wielding angry weapons of death assert right to control bodies and minds of brave people who refuse to obey commands of loyalty to haughty man who insists he is God in mortal flesh. The eerie way mercurial sunlight gleams on silver waves of our Pannonian Sea, wakes in my heart obsessive quest to find hidden island of my innocent faith where children of my heart play in the mist as nameless ghosts who vanish when I call. Ten billion angels on bright swirling clouds open holy book of myths with shining words, then raise their faces to the glorious sun, and sing ecstatic hymn of mindless faith to praise divine nothingness of pure light that pulses through each atom of our souls. When spectral shadows of our transient souls gleam soft as flames of candles in dark gloom, we ask each other why our spirits swirl on clock-expanding spiral beyond fear through psychic force of love-composing songs that weave our bodies in matrix of time. Elijah crouches low in river boat when two black-winged whooping cranes of desire swoop slowly past the broken willow trunk as orange flames of the evening sunset flash with fierce compassion on bleak river waves, so he grips book of dreams with steady hand. Striding through invisible waves of light into bright cavernous cathedral hall, past angels singing praise to God on Earth, Elijah stands behind man in white robe who turns around and welcomes him with hope, smiling with joy of selfless love for all. Showing torn blood-stained dress his daughter wore to Archangel Michael, grandson of Jesus, Elijah relates tale for all to hear how Michael lead angels with shining swords to slaughter people of his mountain clan because they deny that Jesus is God. Stepping forward with sudden thrust of hate, Elijah tries to assassinate Michael by stabbing him with his own holy blade, but Michael twirls wand with emerald sphere to fracture his skull with hard blow of prayer, then smirks as angels drag his body out.
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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Sunday, October 11, 2026
Dress His Daughter Wore
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Orpheus visits graves of people slaughtered by army of Christian Angels, and notes their names in Book of Life in which he records war crimes of empire-building priests.
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