Secret Agent Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2026 07 12

Because the secret agent of my heart
is activated into combat mode
when greedy devils of the corporate bank
kidnap my precious daughter from safe haven,
I transform into fierce angel of vengeance
to harrow Hell and free blind slaves of money.

When I was young, with tender heart of hope,
I launched my new-built river boat of faith,
encouraged by star-eyed ghost of my mother,
and sailed bright river between tree-lush shores
toward glorious palace of gold glowing clouds
that gleams beyond horizon of desire.

Yet bright illusion of my fantasy
that shimmers with pleasures I long to taste
lures me to city teeming with strange treasures
that trick my hands to take what I desire
with appetite for unreachable beauty
till debt traps me as slave of hungry greed.

Too many voices of seductive truth
that echo with passion in city streets
present bright fantasies of facile wealth
through advertisements of brave services
which offer easy solutions of power
till I dispel them with assertive spell.

Toward shining palace of celestial clouds
I sail far from safe homeland of my heart
but wander lost in maze of puzzling doors
locked tight against dark thunderstorm of fear
on mission to find daughter of my heart
trapped somewhere in lush paradise of faith.

I wander circles among market stalls
amid chaotic turmoil of desire
where people seeking treasures of the heart
flow swift in patterns of rapacity
till I lie dizzy in the field of skulls
and call name of my daughter to the wind.

Hands bleeding with rapacious hope for truth,
I claw precious minerals from the Earth
to mold material wealth of energy
in forms of beauty that blind eager eyes
with grandiose visions of national pride
as hall of stone that stands ten thousand years.

When I breach secure walls of paradise
to find my daughter dancing by the pool,
feet bound by golden chains of charity,
I fight to free her soul from slavery,
but wealth controls her power to create
life from aggressive ambition of fate.

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Orpheus finds Ares fatally wounded in Garden of Olympus after King Midas stabs him when he tries to rescue his daughter Phoebe from slavery.

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