Yellow Snake Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 05 12

Dredged up from the past, strange memories,
strangers recorded in ambiguous riddles,
crawl wounded on hot highway of ambition,
and latch their bodies with obsessive lust
to pulsing antivirus of my brain
where they plant seeds that reprogram my mind.

Floating in colonial skyscape of hope,
dispersed across vastness of timeless thought,
I wear silver mask of the wise Ungod
to play Music of the Spheres on bone lyre
that shakes Poisoned Apple loose from my brain
so I become the Yellow Snake of Truth.

Brewing gloom in white hot Cauldron of Faith,
with tears of angels, and mushrooms that sprout
from corpses of gods men worship no more,
I wear Mask of Folly carved from glass skull
of the newest devil to walk the Earth
who claws diamonds from ghost mountains of fear.

When the Maimed King, still slouching on gold throne
of obsolete power, clutches Holy Grail
he stole from cracked Tomb of the Unknown savior,
I sweep back Curtain of Uncertainty
to reveal Faith Beggars wearing gray suits
who preach about salvation of the vampire.

Renamed Pilgrim of the Apocalypse,
I react with wild laughter of King Lear
against mechanical sterility
of our world industrial society,
then design weird blueprint to resurrect
Zarathia from ruins of America.

I bow with reverence of honest respect
before Supreme Being of the One-Eyed Sun
whose radiant light of life illuminates
our spinning Earth with atoms of desire,
since, unmoved by Eight Winds of Providence,
he floats serenely on Lotus of Love.

As latest descendant of Melkhizath,
whose spirit animates my heart with faith,
I contemplate Wyrd of our universe,
which is the only version that exists
out of all the possible variations
mirrored by fractals of the multiverse.

Still echoing softly in Cage of Voices,
prophecies of the Sibyl with gold eyes
shatter illusions of national pride
because Spirit of Odin, bold Lightning-Caster,
is worshipped by people of America,
terrified of the Yellow Snake of Truth.

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Orpheus explains to people of America that they worship Odin who wears the mask of Jesus, but they insist the woke hippie is a holy warrior of nationalist pride.

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