Blind Hunger For Wealth
© Surazeus
2025 07 15

I wonder if I will be notified
when compassion saves my soul from despair,
or if I will be required to abide
in strange land of the electrified chair
which cracks foundation of our old world view
to shelter our souls in home of the true.

Subtle ding of change that alerts my heart
wakes me from sharp shock of the horror show,
so I consult the ever-shifting chart
to find the river where my angels row
fractured ship of state to the Promised Land
where I enforce rules with my red right hand.

Considered too weird for the normal play
where every lost soul knows their special role,
I build enormous castle out of clay,
then cover its weakness with sheets of gold
which shine with illusions of social power
while I hide paranoid in my glass tower.

With grand army of robots without brains
I conquer the world of rabbits and wolves
when I free people from religious chains
and show them how the human race evolves
through each generation of clever fools
who design more efficient killing tools.

After I defeat the vampire and his goons
to free zombies from blind hunger for wealth,
I build new empire on established tunes
so instead of brute force I rule through stealth,
contriving tricks that fool them to believe
I am the world savior who helps them grieve.

Eccentric spider demon of my brain
weaves vibrant matrix of conceptual truth
from fruit trees that embody tears of rain
so I appear as your messiah sleuth
with vast galactic eyes of flashing spells,
entrusted to purify water wells.

Afraid I will burden you with my fear
and cause you harm with my aggressive faith,
I ride into exile on the white deer
to channel psychic wisdom of the wraith
that would save my nation from brutal war
because I just want to run my bookstore.

When Midas steals gold medal of my fame
and tries to claim bright glory of my deeds,
I misdirect attention of his game
to break his power with small apple seeds
so we can dwell in peace of paradise,
free from world-destructive greed of his vice.

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Orpheus leads army of ghosts to drive Midas from the ziggurat of world power so he can found the United Nations of Earth where every person lives equal in the law of self-control.

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