Fervent Prayers To God
© Surazeus
2025 04 15

The words I speak are transient as the wind,
yet mold from conceptual clay of my brain
timeless state of reality I feel
vibrate in ruthless wind of constancy
with arbitrary perfection of thought,
for I create the world with words I speak.

The mystery of the weirding words I speak
reveals the way to balance truth with lies
halfway between reality and dream
when I stand on the rock of haughty hope
to proclaim the meaning of world events
that swirl our bodies in currents of fate.

The faultless vision of the way things are
highlights the pointless passion of desire
that drives our spectral progress to transcend
walled obstacles of belligerent faith
contrived by gestures our bodies invent
to program fortune of successful plays.

The process I prescribe with strict respect
provides clear method we articulate
to catalog all objects of the world
with words that shape forms into clear ideas
demarked by boundaries of conceptual fact
depicting accurate state of primal being.

The card tricks jesters play on loyal fools
expose selfish greed of each conscious soul
who risks their hard-earned wealth of social pride
to gamble for salvation against Death
who always wins in fate-adjusted time
despite our fervent prayers to God for Life.

The eerie laughter of the apple tree,
who understands fierce hunger of my flesh,
excites erotic wisdom of my brain
to plant small seeds in putrid river mud,
and faithfully attend their fragile sprouts
till forest of fruit trees grows from my corpse.

The monstrous toad beneath the murky waves
lurks in disguise as beauty I desire
with glamorous allurement of sweet eyes
for pleasure promised by ecstatic faith,
so I dive in dark lake where Grendel hides
to fight the demon Nature with word spells.

The painful memories of our harvest hour
compose the sturdy bridge of honesty
across which humans walk with trembling faith
to find the Promised Land of fruitful trees
across the waste land of sterilized faith
defined by rapture of true words I speak.

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Orpheus guides lost refugees from the collapsing empire to climb Mount Takoma where they meditate to transcend all realities with song of truth.

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