Animals With God Souls
© Surazeus
2026 01 11

Within animal body of my name
celestial soul of stellar energy
animates my passion to savor life
when we embrace as voices in the dark
on bed of fabrications we design
to bind our hearts with dawn light of respect.

Because we are the newest animals
to walk the Earth as if we own its dreams,
bright sunlight smiles through tangled limbs of trees
with understanding love that parents give
to watch us play in flowers of childhood
before we build empires of thought control.

We trace insignia through naive hearts
with blades of grass that highlight bitter truth
that someone always tries to confiscate
more food than they need to eat every day,
then traps our spirits with fake legacy
in traditions they ploy to bind our souls.

Trapped in tradition of the way things are,
we struggle to contain fierce energy
to play free on the fenceless plain of wind
till many freeze to death in winter snow
so we combine our efforts to produce
enough food for our children to survive.

I hear strange voices in the godless woods
call my name with eerie whispered tone,
so I log in to my new bank account
with plan to pay the pied piper his due
because Orpheus leads our souls from Hell
in great escape from prison of the church.

Church bells ring weirdly in the misty vale
so we assemble by the drought-dry well
to shake peonies from iron chains of fear
where white lambs graze on sorrows of our hearts
till honeybees brew wisdom from despair
so we engage in dialogue of souls.

If we decide to follow streams of change
by hiding anger at electric clouds,
we may find where the sea of dreams has hid
behind devotion to the lonely girl
who always seems to know what will occur
because she catches lightning with her eyes.

Now that our stars throb in reachable depths,
we sell fruit of grief to strangers with coins
who glare as they draw borders that enclose
our freedom to explore bountiful hills
where rain strips dire urgency from our hearts
because we are animals with god souls.

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Orpheus leads children from the city of clanging bells to play free in lush hills of apple trees till Midas enslaves them all to dig jewels from mines.

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