Judge Throne Of The Woke
© Surazeus
2026 09 16

Electric stars crawl spider-quick as words
from mud-paged books of mesmerizing tunes
toads hum from pulsing caves of human hearts,
so I forge diamond key of honest codes
from time-stretched urgency of rolling stones
when we sail lake of glass in righteous boats.

Star angels wearing masks of children play
hide and seek with gold tyrannical idols
that float above roofs of suburban homes
where blind gods mold obedient wives from clay
then send their brave sons with religious rifles
to conquer the world with capitalist memes.

Ignoring signs to make himself seem cool,
Gabriel gives sinners in Hell persimmons
to understand the nonchalance of love
that ploys each human being as useful tool
through strategic tactic of mental summons
to be vulnerable in the crystal cave.

I am only conscious in my own head
so I will never know what people think
with brave courtesy to the vigilant,
yet I hide secret scrolls in fresh-baked bread
with prophecies about the skating rink
where tyranny is crippled by the diligent.

Ten million ghosts, who purchase their dream fate,
bathe in sparkling pool to absolve the bitter
that lures their journey on the golden lane
till they arrive in Heaven where they float
in white robes, since the trumpet song is better
than glowing jewels beeping in my brain.

Bright angels pluck ripe apples from the tree
where humble swans float on the star-eyed lake
among domed temples on lush hills of grass
while angels feast at table of the free
where Jesus reigns on judge throne of the woke,
in heavenly tableau behind clean glass.

She almost understands how rivers flow,
so Eve carves boat of wisdom from pine wood
and takes me sailing to Elysian fields
while I explain cartographic work flow
which I employ to map dream of our world
in virtual model mirrored on brass shields.

Reborn as angel on this cluttered globe,
I ponder strangeness of the conscious brain
that gleams with multifaceted aspects
complex as diamond that refracts soul strobe
which beams from Cosmic Eye through atom rain
since Death translates our bodies to concepts.

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Orpheus wears mask of Lucifer to perform role of the rebel with a cause before Emperor Jesus of Earth on throne of the woke who lies about resurrecting bodies from death.

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