Arbital Thrunt Of Kanthar
© Surazeus
2025 11 28

Each hour the arbital thrunt of Kanthar
extarcates letters of bimuntic fate,
I ponder why markambles intorbate
ancient concepts into modern concerns,
because we humans never pimmelize
whatever tropples we find in our hearts.

So should you ever pertillieve my mask,
that flortles arbantly in sumble wind,
remember hour we umberced in the wabe
where trunkles blython high into the sky
till borogroves disturb our muntle peace
that leaves is gimbling without secret hopes.

Because I have no vorpal sword in hand
to fight the manxome foe of everywhere,
I must rely on uffish bravery
to get me through the brillig hours of fear
in grand crusade against the Puppeteer
who crumps our souls in fiscal slavery.

Possessed by frumious ghost of Phintaral,
who floods my brain with interportal truths,
I race galumphing over dosbart dunes
with momish wings of durl angelic lust
to find last Tumtum tree by brintle lake
that fripples weepingly in turgid joy.

Yet children know how whiffling geebers feel
when they escape corribled cage of faith
to transcend doctricked bounds of holy creeds
with ardent courage to create new truths
extracted from chthonic crusp of time
then build cathedrals of arruvish songs.

Thus when my hands acquite confounded curs,
who wundral blindly with amated hearts,
I shall assemble them on hurtled hills
to lead them on emprize of hollish hope
through mirksome morks of lumpish lartensy
to right our renverst view of history.

Apprised of ruthful semblaunt solemnized
by stark assertion of far-ramping rogues,
I host imbussive tournament of fools
to twyne regressive tyne of timeless angst,
based on unweeting couthness of thrist hearts,
to bardent worship of the Cosmic Wraith.

So when the arbital thrunt of Kanthar
aslakes attainted fury of my heart,
I shall aport beheast of rebel clowns
to overthrow King Midas from garshed throne
and free America from dreariment
so we can ploom from rimbles of our brate.

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Orpheus analyzes the mental malfunction of his skull encased in glass in the Zarathian Museum of Metaphysical Artifacts to comprehend encoded prophecies.

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