Tears Of Fallen Angels
© Surazeus
2026 10 10

I drink luminous juice of cosmic fruit
that boosts my mortal soul up to godhood
which vibrates from frail network of my brain
till my bones dissipate in swirling waves,
then I rise dripping from pool of despair,
soul baptized clean by tears of fallen angels.

Drenched in electric shadow of desire
that crackles through frame of my fragile soul,
I stand amazed before wraith of star words
who teaches me to sing hymns of respect
for all the people falling from the sky
who writhe in sorrow on the broken Earth.

Enraptured from this mortal frame of flesh
by sweet angelic voices of the choir,
which weaves wings on my wounded heart of faith,
I float up in cathedral of blue ice
that gleams with starlight of divine insight
till mute atomic god wakes in my brain.

So I become bright angel of star eyes
born from smooth river stone of endless time
till I wake in my body down on Earth
where I trudge aching in cold field of mud
to harvest cabbages in drizzling rain
for baskets on the splintered cart of hope.

When God in crystal palace of the clouds
speaks on the radio with human voice,
assuring us we will endure this war
while angels fly on silver wings of faith
and drop bombs on our humble river homes,
we clasp our hands and weep in bitter prayer.

Great city built of stone with bleeding hands
glistens in ruins from bright exploding bombs,
so we search rubble of our lost world view
to find the jeweled crown of divine right
crumpled under heaps of rage-blasted stone,
yet I pray to the stern face in gold clouds.

Dismantled wisdom of aggressive greed
exposes treasure of our offerings,
that we paid for the afterlife in Heaven,
was stored in coffers by grim men in robes
who buy airplanes and islands in the sea
where they feast on our noble sacrifice.

What fragments of lost faith I hope to find
lie scattered on the broken street of faith,
so I gather photographs of the dead
and paste them in world book of memories
where children read their names with solemn voice
that frees their ghosts from dreadful tragedy.

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Orpheus funds reconstruction of the Great City of Mankind that was bombed into ruins by aggressive hordes of angry boys tricked to believe they would receive rewards in Heaven.

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