Untwisting Holy Fate
© Surazeus
2026 08 02

Through passion of ascetic opulence
I play taut strings of my cordial guitar
to wake self-wounding martyrdom of love
from deconstructed formulas of fate
that charm the silent ecstasy of truth
which none would dare revoke at break of day.

Because I belong to dream of this land,
I soak my soul in shadows of its hope
that might mean nothing to anyone else
except for moan of bells in misty dawn
that crack our hearts with sorrow for lost souls
whose faces shimmer faintly in our dreams.

I put all my adjusted dissonance
in fraught submission of potential love
time shares as seeds we scatter in wet soil
because we throw away our secret dreams
to cultivate their growth from fields of death
in constant cycle of rebirth and death.

Untwisting holy fate to free our souls
from puzzling fragments of disturbing myths,
I wake soul of Arminius in my heart
to liberate Germania once again
from hordes of angels in white gowns of fire
who strike our hearts at flash of dawn-blood rain.

Though we sail far across the storm-wracked sea
on sacred mission to build paradise,
we almost fail to flee the massacre
in time to pray in woods of hungry mist
where books of ancient tales provide new map
for us to walk barefoot on bloody trails.

Yet when I find sweet Zorya by the well,
where she extracts our hearts from caves of Hell,
I know with confidence of earnest faith
that brave humanity will overcome
this hour of darkness, though rich oligarchs
divide and conquer us with greed for peace.

Pure sound of water bubbling from the Earth
weaves sorrow of my heart with tunes of joy
so I feel spirit of my mortal mind
expand scope of compassion to embrace
all living humans struggling to survive
against relentless flow of atom change.

No photograph, snapped at just the right time,
could capture image of my holy ghost
transforming from vampire to Seraphus
through divine grace of my epiphany
in which I see grand wholeness of all light
that glimmers faintly in my mortal brain.

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Orpheus leads the Huguenots across the sea to settle in lush Carolina hills where they feast on the holy lamb of god roasted by the river of lost souls.

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