Devils He Conjured
© Surazeus
2026 01 03

Each hour I leap up to my faceless god
in vain attempt to transcend reckless time,
and outwit stars that allotted my soul
this twisted nature that flings me to Hell,
I think I shall escape devils of rage
that emerge from my heart born from free will.

I realize whose arrogance pulls me down
when I attempt to leap beyond this life
against the ever-moving spheres of fate
that trap me in this body tense with lust,
for I see clear in mirror of my heart
I am that devil who clutches my soul.

As Christ once suffered on the cross of pride
to offer blood of brave divinity
with selfless love to cleanse the wretched soul
by swirling in the firmament of faith,
he proves grim principle of social truth
that wily tyrants defeat honest men.

This shining soul of vibrant energy
that emanates from frail body of flesh
is conjured by electric chemicals
which nurture pulsing neural net of dreams
so I wake from this temporary form
that soon will vanish into nothingness.

Grave Pythagoras gazing at bright stars
imagined we are flames of energy
that beam down from celestial realm of light
to animate this frame of flesh with love,
then beam back up again when bodies die,
but he has never returned since his death.

Haughty Faustus thinks he sold his soul
to wise Light Maker high among bright stars
so he conspires to twist the social scheme
with tricks that favor fortune of his greed
by strutting on world stage with haughty pride,
asserting right to exploit us for gain.

This bitter weakling, who crowns himself king
contrary to our republican laws,
betrays bold principles of liberty
on which we maintain process of our state
ensuring justice and freedom for all,
and thus devils he conjured drag him down.

No Christ, yet to rise bold from social need,
will save that greedy Midas from his fate,
which he contrives from every choice he makes,
so his own traitorous deeds of cruel hate
will come as devils sprung from his foul heart
to drag him down to Hell that he designed.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury in Zarathian Museum of World History, reciting tale about the rise and fall of King Midas, destroyed by devils he conjured with his own greed.

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