Since Cain Killed Abel
© Surazeus
2025 05 26

If I must sing the hymn of hope solemnly
then I would find the sea too beautiful
to claim the modest courage of the sun
that fills my final self with phantom light
which fuels my transformational progress
beyond the strangeness of this world I love.

Before I became this physical being
who wears the mask of anguished honesty
I sought to change with restless tides of time
to grow into my secret unnamed self
whose face appears in vision of the world
though I dissolve in shoreless sea of souls.

Through infinite spaces in Mind of God
I fly against fierce tides of moral rage
to bomb the social structure of despair
that traps our bodies in vast maze of hope,
and free the frightened souls from church of lies
to fight against indifference of the sky.

No rage from suffering of victimhood
could rouse your noble loving God
from dank cathedral tomb with angel wings
to save mankind from brutal wars of greed
when men bent blind on conquest of the truth
declare divine right to defend themselves.

Since Cain killed Abel at the dawn of time
their sons have fought ten thousand years of wars
to prove whose God is real by chance of fate
through contest of quick wits against mute strength
which scatters orphans far across the land
who build new empires to control the lake.

Across the waste land of America
I search for secret of the Holy Grail
past shadows of despair where devils lurk
to seize the moment with aggressive greed
till I rebel with boundless love for truth
and fight with breath of comprehensive facts.

Each tree that writhes from corpse of some old god
ignores my questions through insanity
till my tears water roots of their desire
then they reveal weird secret of rebirth
that in hindsight now seems so obvious,
burned in eyes of billions killed in world wars.

I give fresh flowers to the one I love
so she can brew sweet liquor from their juice
which I drink with intense alacrity
while dancing high on bombed tanks of their god
then build from ruins of America
world democracy of Zarathia.

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Orpheus directs the reconstruction program after America is destroyed in civil war.

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