Puzzle Code Of Esoterica
© Surazeus
2025 10 01

The way sunlight glints off windshields of cars
annoys my heart with beauty of our world,
so I fly my soul to conceptual stars
on steel wings designed by the cosmic herald
who records the fall of America
in puzzle code of esoterica.

I want to rebuild world view of our brains
so we can perceive the True Reality
which seems to disappear in autumn rains
till I reveal Nature through cartography
depicting human face as soul of faith
that writhes with anguish of the solar wraith.

I knock on every door in maze of myths
to find the secret home where I was born,
but Fortune crowns me Queen of Monoliths
responsible for fields of blooming corn,
so I wait stoically in the glass tower
far from the crowded church where people cower.

The way wind ruffles leaves of naive trees
inspires my heart to know your suffering,
constrained by shocking curse words of the breeze
since God disdains our sincere offering,
though no one wants to criticize the king
who shrieks blasphemies when he tries to sing.

False prophets stand before the microphone
and preach salvation of the noble race
whose monuments, crushed by the rolling stone,
glare bright with gold that hides his haughty face
behind polished mask of sincerity
while stealing wealth of our prosperity.

I hear fraught voice of people in the streets
decry sudden fall of democracy
beneath greed of totalitarian boots
that crush our faith with abject fallacy
despite our firm resolve to resist hate
that topples tyrants based on rule of fate.

The man who crashes his truck in the church
to shoot the hippie prophet much too woke,
fires bullets at the gargoyle on her perch
who punishes him in Hell with stupid joke
which makes him writhe with anguish of despair
since he feels equality is not fair.

While I map history of humanity
on time-animated atlas of change,
Orpheus programs psychic sanity
that helps us measure cryptographic range
so we can calculate when to adjust
focus of our state on truth we can trust.

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Orpheus arrests King Midas and locks him in Azkaban Prison where he shrieks in rage that everyone is persecuting him for his numerous crimes against humanity.

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