War-Machine Of Fear
© Surazeus
2026 09 28

Our bodies, ground in war-machine of fear,
transform from angels to demonic gods
who fight for plot of land to plant fruit trees
when greedy tyrant on the ziggurat
demands obedience to him as sun lord
so we pay taxes for his lazy guards.

Hoping to escape war-machine of fear,
we run across the swirling waves of fate
to leap on angel wings into bright clouds,
but plummet to grave Earth of broken hearts
in crash that clears space in the Holy Land
for us to build new empire of dead gods.

Transformed to ghouls by war-machine of fear,
we mortal bell-brains clanged by shouts of hate
howl wild in chorus with electric wolves
that prance through arch of triumph to pretend
our savage slaughter of our enemies
grants us rewards of noble gratitude.

Confused by code in war-machine of fear,
I walk through abacus of glowing trees
to translate pungent scent of after-rain
from shock of surging blood in twisted veins
to hunger magic through imperatives
that we exchange gifts with oppressive goons.

Sun-dazzled fierce by war-machine of fear,
I stumble lost in labyrinth of ghosts
who fail to possess idols of dead kings
based on transcendent nature of god eggs
to dwell in yet-unrealized dreams of peace
contingent on obedience to the king.

To reinvent the war-machine of fear
as faith-expansive gyroscope of love,
I build wood bridge across abyss of death
so angels may cross from their world to ours
and give us treasures on the moon-gold night
where laughing waterfalls preserve our thoughts.

Paralyzed by the war-machine of fear
that churns out greed-blind devils of the church,
I wash my face in pool of Hippocrene
which causes wings to sprout from my sponge brain
so we pick vegetables in falling snow
and eat hot soup around fire of despair.

Concerned about the war-machine of fear
by mining silver from deep Laurion caves,
we build huge fleet of ships with billowed sails
to fight great empire of the tyrant king
and save our nation from enslaving chains
so we may live and die with liberty.

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Orpheus accompanies Themistocles as he oversees construction of the fleet of warships designed to protect our homeland against invading hordes of colonizing thieves.

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