Institute Of Proper Truth
© Surazeus
2026 07 04

Now that I have returned from Hell, and work
as scribe for Institute of Proper Truth,
I see strange beauty in the grim parade
of dead men singing in the blazing sun
who march majestically to Kingdom Come
with dreary loyalty to long-dead kings.

Far beyond present swirl of circumstance
I see great wrongs committed by cruel thieves
who pilfer national treasures from our hearts
against grand principles of honesty
on which our old republic wobbles weak,
which we must clear away to build anew.

I hear no fierce cadence of marching feet
in sprawling suburbs sea to shining sea
where frightened men in rusty trucks of hope
buy phony timeshares to the Afterlife,
then sell their hard-won rights and liberties
to gain fleeting sense of security.

I know grim sorrows of my fellow men,
hearts gripped by plan to build brave walls of stone
on fruit-tree mounds around the bubbling well
so we may keep our precious families safe
within safe-haven pale of paradise
that we have built on hard paternal skulls.

Now that I sneak lost in Heaven, and work
as spy for Institute of Proper Truth,
I hear mercurial wail of lonely souls
in ancient songs across America
expressing joys and sorrows of their hearts
with faith our old democracy will last.

Outside cracked window of my small-town home
I hear no boom of bombs bursting in air
on this side of the wild Atlantic Ocean,
yet flowers bloom from sun-parched soil of fate
in hills along the green Oconee River
far from the misty hills of Avalon.

While I hear snap of striped flags in the breeze
that ruffles ocean waves with sparkling foam,
I smell sweet scent of meat on crackling grills
and laughter of young children who play chase,
so I strum new guitar and sing weird tune
that echoes cars on highways to the moon.

With laughter of the normal citizen
we celebrate birth of democracy,
yet lament threat of fascist tyranny
on this hour two hundred and fifty years
since we declared independence from greed.
so I share watermelons with you all.

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Orpheus leads parade through vast metropolitan maze of cities sea to shining sea to celebrate birth and growth of democracy against monarchy and slavery.

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