Hymn To Save The World
© Surazeus
2026 09 22

If I could sing the hymn to save the world
with soft mercurial voice of wounded pride,
I would rise from stone bed of my cold tomb
and walk the crowded streets of everywhere
to recite endless tales of tragic heroes
when people tune in every afternoon.

I will show you where the dragon lies curled
in peaceful slumber, since blind tyrants hide
treasures they steal from Tellurian womb,
though Gandalf experiments in glass lair
with computer pulses through ones and zeroes
that compose solemn American tune.

No one explains what emotions are called
that shelter me safe when I feign to brood
about sacrifice of the haughty lamb
so I forge key of wisdom from star core
which beams excessive proverbs of fake sorrows
since library truth has become my bane.

Engine of my Pegasus heart has stalled
during flight to fortress of solitude
were I learn to write spells from Abraham
who assigns me to manage the bookstore
while he digs for jewels in mist-veiled barrows
because no one wants to stay in their lane.

Minerva teaches me how to be bold
because everything I create will fade
and disappear at brutal curse of fame
that she observes as omen of star
that pierces hearts of children with faith arrows
when Jesus descends in hot-air balloon.

As Castle Skald it is my job to scold
shocked artists who refuse to escalade
assault of justice to expand the frame
of social progress when I drive my car
to escort grandchildren of divine pharaohs
who operate world empire of the commune.

Though I sign petition to save the wild
from development of the psychic mode,
I annul despair with the solar term
Apollo gives me so I play the seer
mapping dreams to navigate weird tomorrows
which I program to run my brain machine.

Long after the fake report has been filed
about homeless angels on the world road,
I partner with Zeus to found new law firm
so we can profit from conceptual fear
based on importance of rain-glazed wheelbarrows
though Earth is united by Melusine.

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Orpheus composes hymn to save the world, then conducts tabernacle choir of blind angels who sing heart-inspiring ode to anguish in the Cathedral of Dead Gods.

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