Lyre Of Twisted Truth
© Surazeus
2026 09 12

Time stretches rubber thoughts of innocence
outsized with laughter beyond moon affect
right forth through flapping door of framework wings
that function by handbook of hybrid keys
extreme at giant face of final fame
too trapped by hope to execute escape.

No normal legend outlines optioned facts
pending last payment to my credit card
replaced by process for remote control
against routine of royal providence
though we respond with software update dings
that reassemble statements we submit.

Unknown regret for glow of midnight moon
transforms my cozy house to cold warehouse
at howls of vintage records cracked by lust
where wooden workers reconstruct my dreams
concerned with torture nameless ghosts endure,
too young to meet their soulmate by the sea.

Reborn as avatar to play brave king
now certified to notarize my heart
by beautiful catalyst sparking flight
that clarifies why death always wins out,
I stare confused at mirror of my face
that shows I am sad demon who steals light.

Wingless I should float on fear-frosted road
between midnight and dawn on Christmas Eve
past silent houses where pines flash with lights
though we paint lintels with blood of the lamb
and roll tight in mezuzah spell of fate
that prophesies my reign as global king.

Stars sparkle over lush Seattle hills
where I walk streets at midnight to reveal
electric ghost of my immortal genes
that spreads angelic wings of shocked surprise,
and sing hymns praising Phoebus for his gift
when he brings light to warm our frozen world.

I wrench from deep sepulcher of my heart
demonic soul of my ancestral genes
to comprehend fierce spirit of my soul
that urges me to play forbidden role
as Mercury with lyre of twisted truth
though I am cursed to wander signless roads.

Revealed respect for glow of midnight moon
transforms my frail body to lithe werewolf
so I run laughing dark suburban streets
to preach that Jesus never will return
since soul of Phoebus powers my progress
ascending Hill of Skulls with Book of Dreams.

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Orpheus and Mercury wander streets of Seattle on Christmas Eve where they sing hymns about the second coming of Phoebus to save the world from sorrow.

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