Barons Of False Wealth
© Surazeus
2025 01 30

"Old sun is not our pineapple of love,"
Garsenda sings while strumming taut lute strings,
"yet when I gaze at blankness of Blue Sky
I have to wonder why I feel no fear
that Death possesses people everywhere
though no one knows the answer except God."

"I slip into the future of my mind,"
Garsenda tells small turtle in the rain,
"so I can be in two places at once,
because in land of arrogance and hate
humility and kindness are the way
we find our way to light of paradise."

"With heartless ache of psychic agony,"
Garsenda whispers to the rolling stone,
"I name dark beasts of social tyranny
who eat the bread and drink the wine of faith
so we who work are left with nothing real
except gold idol of our Angry God."

"Through passionate trust in the Evermore,"
Garsenda weeps beneath the willow tree,
"my heart enwombs the savior of the world
who bears book of the covenant with grace
till mob of minions by the tyrant paid
dare crucify King of the World at dawn."

"Based on remorse for holy word of law,"
Garsenda shouts at divine hurricane,
"I shrive cold anguish of the Eucharist
to resurrect from death the anarchist
who wrestles river from traditioned course
to flush revolting barons of false wealth."

"Now we shall raze all icons to the ground,"
Garsenda howls with laughter of the owl,
"so we can build religion based on truth
that we are atoms swerving in the void
who incarnate immortal soul of genes
in bodies of our children till we die."

"So wake the scourger from tomb of despair,"
Garsenda preaches to the hungry choir,
"who slits the throat of tyranny with hope
that we can find in trash of fatal art
arcane code to calculate the dream chart
that leads us to the holy land of birth."

"These lies I carve on Tablets of the Law,"
Garsenda croons to crowd of dancing lovers,
"corrupt our mental programs with weird thoughts
that everyone is equal in the law
and no one should apply their privilege
to lock the gates of paradise to all."

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