Wear Mask Of Faunus
Wear Mask Of Faunus
© Surazeus
2026 07 03
Because Death always walks my road with me
beyond eccentric scope of my perception
I choose to twist despair through charity
with shocking sorrow of the revelation
that God is shadow of our darkest fear
we cast against fractured mirror of Heaven.
Strange evils writhing in cave of my heart
cry out with loathing of expert obsession
at monstrous beauty of my mental chart
crucial to state of amorous possession
so with Pygmalion craft I mold her soul
from seething chaos of stellar creation.
As jester in mad world of broken souls
I go on journey to the kingless nation,
where I am both the stranger and the town,
to peddle tickets to the fake salvation
in holy war conducted by the priest
who leads lost thieves to fight the revolution.
When I arrive in valley of the dolls,
who wear masks of beauty to veil confusion,
I spark their souls awake with ardent chant
so they can choose their lifestyle with decision
that flows from passion of their secret hope
to dance with grace at my assassination.
Since there is more to water than our tears
that drum on jagged cliffs from frantic ocean
we roar with laughter at the puppeteers
who fool us all to drink faith-poisoned potion
so we cry out at brink of empty creed
when God declares his laws with humble thunder.
Brave Goddess of the Sun with star-bright eyes
appears from cloud of swirling elocution
to sing with ardent shock of spectacle
that no divine mind drives constant motion
of atoms swerving into tangled coils
through chemicals of genes that flash our spirits.
Though I am pilgrim on the signless road,
who maps too many ways around weird Heaven,
I sense Truth Demon pulsing through the land
born as mercurial tune my heart has driven
through honest witness to no miracles
except generative power of Nature.
Sharp rattle of the mountain waterfall
shocks my urban-numb heart awake with passion
so I wear mask of Faunus when I dance
with graceful clumsiness of mortal human
fueled alive with divine spirit of light
that gleams with corrupt purity of wisdom.
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Orpheus laughs with delight at second coming of his assassin, then gives one billion dollars to every human on Earth as he lies dying in the mountain.
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