Trick The Algebraic Vain
© Surazeus
2026 09 29

Exquisite concept of the codicil,
that supplements virtual world of my brain
with legal formalities of false creeds,
contrived to trick the algebraic vain
into believing in the Afterlife,
facilitates my quest to find the Grail.

Though I was born to emulate the god
who honors fabricated states of mind
with brave expenditure of sordid faith,
I strive to graduate from fairy school
through evanescence of inglorious jokes
that deal explicit codes of ardent grace.

Assigned to play adjacent analyst
through progress of attractive avenues,
I claim my heart has been reauthorized
to track essential functions of desire
through formulas of courage birds invent
by dancing in exotic episodes.

Though self-contained by modular regret
through optimal duty of honest leaps,
despite elite membership of my brain
in building framework for our new world view,
I compile facts for divine currency
concealed by mortgage of the covenant.

Calm grandeur of incisions once revised,
by calculating new visions of clouds,
requires misspelled austerities of love
to reassemble cracked puzzle of pride
that glorifies deep beauty of true hearts,
expunging envy through obsessive joy.

Through fractal letter of soul maintenance,
reversed by secret techniques of concern,
we shop for shocking gossip at the church
where angels store grain in bags of despair,
till wooden robot of ethereal fear
provides welfare for winners who still fail.

Awake at aperture of dreamless domes,
where haughty angels boast of bankruptcies,
I balance catalogs of proofless facts
with mental functions of the carnival
because we must express impassioned creeds
which polishes expanding scope of truth.

Thus I will broadcast biblical welfare
through wireless workshops of witless thieves
who rank themselves pleasant entrepreneurs
whose hearts are bound by rainbow allergies,
or else we all will die from laughing bombs
that disassemble our religious faith.

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