Castle Of God Skulls
Castle Of God Skulls
© Surazeus
2026 10 10
Yet steely spring-dawn sun of innocence
that sparks my soul awake with ardent joy
fuels my aggressive strife to conquer hate
by harnessing with passion of the lake
pain-devil dancing in cave of my heart
with shocking laughter of the rolling stone.
When dawn strikes my heart with ardent joy
I rise from coffin of my dream-stained bed
and saunter lustily along the stream
that laughs at giant stones of arrogance
which teaches me to navigate my rage
and build enormous castle of god skulls.
So faceless demons chase me in the mist
with mocking laughter of the blind sky god
till I rip wand of rage from muck of Earth
and fight dark shadows of terrible truth
whose sharp teeth gouge weird faith into my heart
because I gnaw at seeds of bitter love.
Intense assertion of my right to live
details contract I sign with Death at dawn
to question why organic creatures die
in frantic battle to survive stark pain
though I glimpse beauty of the timeless glow
which radiates from my holy heart as love.
To solve the complex mysteries of love
I strip my mind bare of intense desire
to generate new life before I die,
then float in psychic water of the world
where faces of the dead gleam in dark waves
before I wrench my body free from greed.
I wonder where across landscape of fear
I could progress against hard social tides
that sweep our bodies into grand events
when brutal gods of power fight for right
to rule how we perceive with frazzled minds
amazing story of courageous deeds.
Reborn as wing-foot messenger of hope,
I fly above vast maze of city streets
where millions of bright angels sing wild hymn
to glorify one man above them all
who guides their journey to the Promised Land
but vanish as illusion of despair.
Unlicensed feelings of my mirror mind
reflect strange legends of the evening news
that detail endless tales of absurd death
which humans suffer in their quest for love
because everyone who lives will soon die,
and everyone who meets will part at last.
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