Holy Code Of Doom
© Surazeus
2025 10 26

Each time we talk about the nothingness
that time contrives from holy code of doom,
nine angels scream from white thornapple blooms
when I brew wine from petals of their dreams
and dance with sweet delirium of faith
through alabaster swirl of frantic wings.

If we find ancient souls in mirror rocks
that waves compose from holy code of doom,
nine horses leap across abyss of fate
with fractured letters I can use to type
reports about commercial platitudes
concerning shipment of electric wings.

Though children throw sad stories in the sea
that transforms ghosts from holy code of doom,
nine gods conspire to fool the human race
by warping woof of time disangled weird
back wracking undead rainbow ordinance
defining how we want to eat fried wings.

Stoked to skate swift across stark lake of ice
with swirling grace from holy code of doom,
nine swans erupt from old computer screens
on helicopter flight through temple walls
beyond reluctant garden where she smiles
and freezes in the cube of flashing wings.

Besides our bleeding hearts in bowl of glass
as butterflies from holy code of doom,
nine nurses welcome us to maze of myths
where dinosaurs play piano and flute
in concert staged to raise funds for the farm
since cows fly to the moon on paper wings.

Before we talk about the genocide
reconfigured by holy code of doom,
nine tyrants attend global conference
to strategize how they control our minds
through system of corporate slavery
where we work in factories sewing wings.

After I fall nine days and nights to Hell
where I stock shelves at the grocery store,
nine librarians rearrange strange books
to misconstrue progress of history
so greedy losers seem to win the game
and decorate the White House with glass wings.

Each hour weird visions calculate my fate
to change my gender back and forth again,
nine prophets resurrect Tiresias
from field of rubber tires that burn with hate
till brave Minerva escapes from my head
and restores democracy with her blood.

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Orpheus leads Tiresias from cave of Hell and takes him to the abandoned church outside of town where they wear priest robes and conduct mass for zombies.

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