Decisions Make Us Free
© Surazeus
2025 09 01

How thoughtless of me to think you are not
weird as the demon hopping on the shore
who laughs at how waves swirl around their feet
in vain bid to disassociate fear
with frantic flapping of their wingless arms
designed to measure ecstasy of forms.

We always think we know what is most true
as if all our decisions make us free,
but we are programmed by ancestral dreams
to act within confines of social rules
that we forge from our mute terror of death,
thinking everything is caused by the wraith.

Thus I decide to climb over the wall
and steal apples from sacred Tree of Knowledge
that God thinks nobody should eat but Him,
aware that rewards are great as the risks,
so I hide my true face with demon mask
I carve from rotten trunk in Tree of Life.

Flock of children, imitating wild crows,
follow me down the winding mountain road
from Delphi to the rugged ocean shore
where dragons crawl on bitter sands of time
to eat the sacrifice of lonely hearts
which crawl away in shield of turtle shells.

Still falling from Heaven on tattered wings,
I think about the long path of my life
in calm reflection on each minute choice
that leads me to the next fork in the road
where I pause to see the less traveled by
so I can ponder emotional why.

Deceived by vision of my deep desire,
I walk the long way to my chosen fate,
past buildings that crumble at the earthquake,
to find the Garden of Eden at last,
deserted long about by jealous God
who grew old and died alone in his Hell.

How dishonorable of me to request
that you obey behavioral laws
I carve on tablets of stone to provide
clear guide for actions that create the good,
for it is way too easy to destroy
since souls cannot be revived after death.

Assertive spark of life wakes egg of hope
so new life blooms from passion of our hearts
to generate fresh bodies from our bodies
which replicate our memories in their brains
so all my ancestors live in me now,
together singing hymn of honesty.

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Orpheus takes off his demon mask and hangs it on the wall in the Zarathian Museum of Primitive Religions, then lectures to visiting students about the balance of good and evil in the human soul.

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