Angel In The Dark Door
© Surazeus
2025 05 29

When the angel in the dark door calls me
with eerie voice of ocean waves at dawn,
I rise from bed and walk my charming home
where my wife and children sleep safe from harm,
then fly out the cracked window of my mind
and glide above the maze of ancient myths.

If the angel in the dark door knows why
our frail bodies are chemical machines
that function temporarily on hope,
then I might find ghost of my primal self
performing on the television screen
role of tragic hero the world respects.

Since the angel in the dark door chants spells
of wind that rustles leaves on rugged hills,
I might understand pain of suffering
experienced by the uncrowned king of fate
who hangs of the cross of world revolution
in vain quest to overthrow god of wealth.

Though the angel in the dark door conceals
shocking prophecy of the scarlet horse
concerning who will win the next world war,
I play chess with Death on the beach of lies
till I win eternal life in my head
as my soul dissolves to dust in the wind.

Till the angel in the dark door returns
from palace of Heaven on crystal clouds,
I will climb the stairway of golden keys
forged from bones of dragons in the hills
whose black blood fuels engines of machines
by which we humans conquer the waste land.

Where the angel in the dark door plants seeds,
that she and I stole from Adam and Eve
off Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil,
I build new temple of the Holy Ghost
that programs immortal soul of my genes
with memories from lives my ancestors lived.

Yet the angel in the dark door conspires
with laughing devils born in Wonderland
to trick the White Queen with sly money scam
to buy cheap timeshares for the Afterlife
where Hamlet and Juliet wearing crowns
attend Ring of the Nibelung opera.

Lest the angel in the dark door realize
reality is illusion of our minds
and crown himself new Emperor of Earth,
I blow the grand trumpet of Gideon
and wield the wand of Zambor to support
Justice and Liberty who rule the world.

Why the angel in the dark door designs
weird ontology of our new world view
I understand with bright epiphany
that shakes foundation of the old world order
with firm allegiance to Goddess Ishtar
who rules the world from ziggurat of Ur.

So the angel in the dark door explains
the obvious secret of eternal life
how we reincarnate again in flesh
when sperm of man fructifies egg of woman
and generates new chemical machine
that replicates immortal soul of genes.

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