Golden Age Of Greed
© Surazeus
2025 04 06

If alphabets eat our worm-writhing dreams,
the faster way to find rebirth from silence
might be to drive all night on desert roads
while scattering apple seeds along the highway
since wind knocks down every legible sign
to lament faces of gods on the vine.

Overwhelmed by thoughts no one dares to speak,
I breathe excessive laughter of the moon
in pursuit of profits bleeding from trees
propelled by infinite hope for true love
as humble contortion of endless tales
disguised by optical freedom of whales.

Catalyst of life with battery brain
observing skeptical truths redesigned
by carefully controlled sadism of faith,
I wonder why my weird concept of life
reflects reality no one else sees
except for me with television eyes.

Illusion of trampled dreams by the lake
reveals exponential profit from hope
extracted by screaming media that cheats
with selfish luxury of swirling snow
through insurance purchased from the blind king
who tries to sell me his last broken wing.

My mother tells me just before she dies
that every spirit still remains alive
until their name is uttered by the dead,
but all I hear outside the fractured window
is demons howling in the hungry rain
so I keep doing the things that are vain.

Returning from dark boundary of despair,
I bring the golden fleece of nothingness
as prize I stole from the sad mountain seer
who throws our holy books in desert dust
to prove wisdom topples idols of gods
who scorn our worship from their seedless pods.

Anger wild as ocean waves smashing stones
insults the honest executioner
sent to restore the golden age of greed
betrayed at dawn by alligator clowns
who scream at their faces in mirror time
that we are angels who evolve from slime.

Words I paint with blood on the stone church wall
reflect pure splendor of the godless sky
with consolation of the bleeding star
while I repeat incantations of faith
that Gilgamesh carves in clay of my heart
so I can navigate life with my chart.

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Orpheus builds ten thousand car factories in the desert of alphabet dragons who eat televisions of religious faith.

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