Fields Of Singing Skulls
© Surazeus
2026 05 13

I want to dance in fields of singing skulls
who tell me about how the world could be
so much better in how people may thrive
with joyful passion of pleasure from pain
even in the sorrow of freezing rain
that makes the ugly Earth more beautiful.

I stumble lost in fields of singing skulls
who tell me about the glorious war
when glamorous Satan with serpent eyes
rebels against grim tyrant on gold throne
yet strives to crown himself king of the world
as architect of his own suffering.

I exercise in fields of singing skulls
to transcend limitations of this flesh
so I can gaze in mirror of my mind
and see the glorious god I could become
if I strive hard to overcome weak faith
though I may fall from heights of false success.

I meditate in fields of singing skulls
about the state of Limbo where I dwell
in wretched circumstance of endless strife
because I know with faith that I deserve
to dwell in Paradise of peaceful grace
forever inaccessible to me.

I strut with pride in fields of singing skulls
to climb great mountain of assertive will
that purges weakness from my noble frame,
proud my attempt to reach the height of fame
proves I deserve rewards I cannot win
that valorize my failure to achieve.

I lounge with grace in fields of singing skulls
to fetishize my longing as my goal
since fruitful Heaven is beyond my reach
therefore my journey to the Promised Land
is all that matters to my wounded heart
that beats torn wings against cage of despair.

I drift forlorn in fields of singing skulls
while I design grand world inside my head
that matches splendor of my divine heart
though efforts to attain this paradise
are doomed to failure of my vague desire
when I remake this world in my own image.

I play guitar in fields of singing skulls
to channel weird mercurial vibe of faith
through haunting wail of untuned honesty
in total acceptance of punishment
inflicted on me by indifferent Nature
who provides apples I can never reach.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury and sings psalms that David wrote to refugees of war who gather at the river that flows by the throne of Godin.

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