Barbed-Wire Of Paradise
© Surazeus
2025 05 25

Though churches in every city are packed
with fervent believers who pray to God
for salvation from Sahara of snow,
I crawl across shattered glass of old faith
on unevolved fins of arrogant hope
to rule the mountain as the reptile king.

Pressed against sharp barbed-wire of Paradise,
I howl with anguish of the mountain wolf
to watch dinosaur steamshovels devour
dead Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil
that was mangled by bombs in the world war
so Jesus can build cathedral of glass.

Clutching wrought iron gate, studded with pearls
transformed from eyes of sailors drowned in tempests,
I laugh wild with maniacal disdain
at angry vigilance of the blind crow
who rejoices in sufferings of mankind
by gambling for fake salvation with Death.

Stone statues of soldiers from tragic wars
glare down at people of the modern world
who text each other on glowing eye-phones
about awful crimes of the empire state
built by the bleeding hands of immigrants
and slaves shackled with debt of grim despair.

Gathered in millions of churches at noon,
men in suits and women in flowering dresses
sing "Rock of Ages" with the solemn voice
of terrified people desperate to believe
that we will all meet again up in Heaven
to dwell forever free from pain of life.

The grand museum built from human bones,
designed to imitate the Parthenon,
stands firm on mountain of the burning bush
ten thousand years after humanity
destroys itself with prideful vanity
attempting to control bodies of women.

If we survive nuclear blast of the truth,
we would exist as nothing but bright ghosts
who play on fuzzy television screens
roles scripted for celestial gods of fate
who haunt us with the absence of their power
corrupted by desire to live forever.

Orpheus wearing black suit with green tie
stands on the stage in crowded Church of Hope
and preaches to the faceless crowd of ghosts
how leaders embody Spirit of God
who treat every citizen with respect,
providing social structure for success.

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Orpheus and Jesus play chess for the souls of humanity.

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