Manage Randomness Of Fate © Surazeus 2026 11 04 My heart remembers nothing of the pain wound tight by tree roots in my throbbing brain long after river stones of moral tricks crack into pageless books of blood-soaked bricks from which foundation of our holy state was built to manage randomness of fate. From crowded neighborhoods of faceless ghosts, enchanted by blind horse that always boasts about grandiose wars of wealth it has won, I compile statistics about the sun with plan to build from ritual pieties empire through religious anxieties. We cheer great victory of the humble man who campaigns for God with progressive plan to fund healthcare for every breathing soul whether or not they perform social role that contributes to success of the state for refugees locked outside jeweled gate. Retention of brave workers without hands, who sacrifice their health to uphold brands of corporate pirates trashing companies, inspires new mission to reforge mental keys that should unlock new opportunities for tailless monkeys who still live in trees. Our bodies wither from unspooling clocks that call with trumpets to war-monger hawks who land on wrist of Christ at whistle call when his voice shakes faith of the castle wall through resurrection of the never-dead whose wisdom springs as daughter from my head. Hephaestus hobbles in cathedral hall to fool Achilles in the shopping mall with joke that he has been elected king who should wield invisibility ring through power to raise spirits from the dead who are but memories in my addled head. I condescend to implicate myself through screaming statue on library shelf, yet choose to vindicate with random rule my use of sorrow as attention tool for tricking people to see me as god, but flee when they realize I am a fraud. Last emperor of my ancient dynasty, paralyzed through glam of my majesty, I wander homeless on the signless road to find secret marsh of the humming toad who teaches me code of eternal truth so I can play role of messiah sleuth.
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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Wednesday, November 4, 2026
Manage Randomness Of Fate
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Orpheus calculates randomness of fate with conceptual tool of unlanguage based on formulas of psychotic fantasy to manage terror of the future that paralyzes people with faith.
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