Wear Mask Of Jesus
© Surazeus
2026 01 01

I find my old story painted in snow
by talons of ravens with moon-gold eyes
that watch me with smirks on the castle wall
where I find fallen crown of Anne Boleyn
whose bright ghost haunts me everywhere I go
so I sit at desk of sorrow and write.

Right now my heart beats with cold winter wind
that chills bones of people shopping at noon
for presents they plan to give their loved ones
where cars with piston engines stop and go
at flash of lights bright as draconic eyes
so I ache to soar high in silver skies.

Spies record every little thing I do
as I wander randomly about town
past the gate of traitors where ribbons hang
to indicate right way through maze of myths
where people of nations wander in fear
so I topple idols of their dead gods.

Squads of gangsters paid by the government
try to arrest innocent citizens
but people who work in stores and hotels
film their nefarious deeds with eye-phones
then gather around the fountain of tears
so I lead lost souls from the underworld.

Curled on my lap on first day of the year,
my cat with demonic eyes of respect
purrs as I caress her long forest fur
while watching drama about small-town kids
who fight cruel monsters of the Rightside Up
so I play wizard on holy crusade.

Spade in hands of the humble working man
glistens in sunlight at construction site
as I dig up soil of the town soccer field
to pour cement as foundation of faith
for church that honors the crucified king
so I design religion based on truth.

Booth of the fortune teller by the bank
glows with mysterious light of the moon
when Madame Sosostris with serpent eyes
reveals my secret name Tiresias
transformed by Hera to girl in long dress
so I play Judy Garland on world stage.

Caged by diagnostics of world events
through frantic architecture of blind greed,
we mimic wingless angels to rebel
against mind control of the puppeteer
who preaches supremacy of his god
so I wear mask of Jesus to the show.

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Orpheus dances with his demon Muse in the desolate waste land of the aching heart who teaches him how to sing about life and death.

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