Laws Of Wise Astaria
© Surazeus
2025 05 14

When bright-eyed Bacchus in leopard-skin cloak
dances on slopes of Mount Vesuvius,
my heart swells whole with passion for the truth
that urges me to rise on demon wings
and with compassion for the common folk
oppose the tyrant in grand hall of gold.

With Sisyphus I roll the Justice Stone
up to the top of Helicon at dawn,
then aim its power at idol of greed
with feet of clay, though its head glitters gold,
to free humanity from tyranny
so we can dance with Bacchus in the rain.

Sweet grapes that swell from soul of sun and rain,
transforming soil of sorrow into juice,
I drink pure liquor of your timeless truth
that sparks weird visions in my flashing brain
till I feel power of divinity
animate my clay body with God Light.

Born from fertile womb of the scarlet moon,
graceful Selena with star-silver eyes,
wild Bacchus leads us dancing in the woods
to free our hearts from sorrow of hard work
so we can worship wise Astaria
who sings in temple on her ziggurat.

Through bitter darkness of the raging storm,
that shatters homes we built with crafting hands,
we see star lamp of holy Liberty
gleam bright in hand of wise Astaria
whose voice inspires our aching hearts with hope
when she recites Creation of the World.

No matter how deep in the wilderness
I wander on grand mission of my heart
in quest to find the Holy Grail of Life,
I see bright light of Liberty shine clear
as beacon on tall ziggurat of faith
that guides me safely on the road back home.

All lies of politicians dissipate
as smoke of guns in gust of holy wind
when wise Astaria speaks words of faith
for simple is oration of the truth
while cruel deceptive lies twist facts in knots
that bind our hearts with hope for fantasies.

When Bacchus leads us to the apple grove
that flourishes on Mount Parnassus slope,
he teaches us to spot deceptive tricks
that cheaters use to scam us of our wealth,
secured by laws of wise Astaria
who guards the world so we may all live free.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury while Bacchus fills our grails with wine, and wise Astaria sings Creation of the World.

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