Church Of Bitter Prayer
© Surazeus
2026 10 07

Trapped by sharp lethargy of innocence,
we drift the midnight sidewalk of desire
to find the purple haze of shocking truth
that veils our long-healed hearts with nonchalance
through incoherent laughter of sad faith
that we lose our souls in the photo booth.

Strange flower on the roadless mountain slope
gleams in electric smile of bitter ghosts
whose voices taste like silver light of dawn
despite confusing absence of jasmine
crushed by careless joy of city car tires
that glisten in the rain of reptile faith.

No one will ever see ghost of my being
sitting on roof of the haunted hotel,
because I twang decisive nerves of steel
when death employs belligerent respect
while driving old truck on the dusty road
far past the last gas station of fooled hearts.

Too lonesome for the chance to cry for real
in performative display of victimhood,
I sing with angels on the radio
about the true love I left back in town
who may wonder if I am still alive
somewhere outside the church of bitter prayer.

I refuse to pay the cost of wild joy
while driving nowhere on the lost highway,
since time cannot undo my noble deeds
protecting women from aggressive men
who leave me bruised and beaten on the ground
long enough for her to fly up to Heaven.

Though I love the land where I was born,
and grew up running in lush river vales,
I journey to escape liars and thieves
who figured out how to steal all my land,
and build another home far from my home
that shelters children I tend with calm care.

I hold this world together with strange words
though the mountains of my youth call my name,
because I scatter prayers on rancid soil
that redesign wild spirit of my flesh
so I become another human being
by wearing mask of a long-forgotten god.

Because I catch flame in the ether zone
while soaring on fear-fueled Icarian wings,
my words become the hex of secret truth
that breaks hard walls in church of bitter prayer
so we treasure our darling thoughts of hope
and frame them with theology of growth.

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Orpheus preaches salvation of genetic reincarnation in the church of bitter prayer where horses and goats sing hymns with solemn faith in the grass.

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