Flag Of The Bloody Cross
© Surazeus
2025 10 04

If they must ask why we are still alive
we could unwind fake clock of naked hope
to readjust perception of the world
revealing truth about our hungry hearts
that misdirects our progress beyond faith
till we are floating on the sea of tears.

She pauses on the signless road of hope
to glance back at progressive path to see
if she has gone quite far enough to find
the secret treasure of her broken heart
that writhes with anguish in grave of desire
despite her vow to find the Promised Land.

Ten thousand warriors on the dusty plain
stand at attention to await command
she issues through voice of the faceless god
to fight for our manifest destiny
in bid to conquer wilderness of pain
by riding black snake of divine insight.

Each warrior who returns from battlefield
reveals his tale of how he died in vain
at thrust of sword or spear that tears his flesh
and rips his body into shards of glass,
that quiver mutely in the bloody soil,
and hurls his howling soul in cave of rage.

She watches warriors of the empire crawl
on bloody stumps across vast parking lot
in wretched anguish of their twisted bones
as they clutch at cracked credit cards of faith
that pay for luxuries of blinding greed
to float in sparkling hotel pool of lust.

With graceful gestures of her fight-scarred hands
she raises million warriors from the dead
who march on puppet strings of her free will
to conquer every nation of the world
in war to overthrow each greedy king
and free people of Earth from slavery.

Now resurrected from imperial graves,
brave warriors of the Promised Land enforce
aggressive law of brute national pride
as they rush forward with the heat of rage
into obliterating bullet-rain
that splatters souls of gods on prairie grass.

No bearded prophet of the Promised Land
now lounges on the meadow chewing grass
so his elaborate Song of Myself fades
as hollow echo in Grand Canyon vales
where ghosts of warriors trudge on endless march
to bear flag of the bloody cross to Hell.

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Orpheus follows Minerva as she leads grand army of the republic to overthrow the last few kings who still cling desperately to illusion of their divine right to rule.

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