Green Abyss Of Vanity
© Surazeus
2025 09 01

The ancient cathedral of fractured stone
lurks tortoisely between frail shells of glass
with demon eyes. The bent steel cross asserts
reptilian hunger for obsessive souls
that bleed prayers of guilt. The prophetic rat
chews on stale communion wafers of faith.

The fallen angel shivers on cliff edge
of bitter despair after shocked surprise
that everyone she loves now wants her dead.
She clenches her fists of galvanized fear
at taste of metal salt. The sun gleams gold
over endless mute hills shrouded in mist.

No more compliant at the angry shout
that shatters mirror polished by blood words,
the fallen angel leaps in nothingness
and floats in green abyss of vanity.
With vigilance of monumental hope
she scatters pages torn from book of hymns.

One thousand fragile leaves of lonely death
swirl suddenly from agitated thoughts
that buzz her egg-shell head. Commercial lies
pierce rock-hard heart of photographed contempt.
Glass idols of famous singers collapse
at whispered gossip sold for sterile beans.

Yet vision of the painter, paralyzed
by lust for fame, refracts corrosive light
through grace of accuracy. Dead gods yearn
to taste lost voices squirming on church floors
despite garish rapidness of false love
cynical people trade for treasure maps.

Each ghost that carves hole in my pulsing heart
consumes considered field of potter wheels
unspinning fate from crippled hands of hope.
Ashes of the dead suffocate book words
lively with frantic songs Cynthia sings
to understand strange silence of the church.

She continues to sparkle off in smoke,
the hungry angel clutching bones of snakes
when snatching promise from bankers and clowns
who fight over the rose she throws away.
None would scatter roses of agony
on forgotten graves where my mothers laugh.

Aware that angels would refuse to die,
she wanders market streets late afternoons
preaching salvation for sale at the church
to earn enough for one swift rocket trip.
She sees my secret when I kiss her skull
she programs to forge cryptocurrency.

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Orpheus arrests thieves who cheat people with pyramid scheme of cryptocurrency, then frees their slaves from computer factories.

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