If I Reveal My Soul
© Surazeus
2026 03 29

If I reveal my soul by how I sing
relentless emotion through opposites,
I undeceive myself with new belief
that glamors richness of our messy world
which vainly proves with brute indifference
that Nature fills us with passion of hope.

If they assassinate idol of stone
that represents proud ruler of the world
with accurate bullet of childhood games,
we may choose new god from the mortal crowd
to play wise ruler of our crowded state
who plays piano with graceful respect.

If we march to martial music of blood
with bright torch of freedom in every hand,
we may find our ancestral voices cry
for justice from blood-soaked soil of our land,
so we raise flag of Liberty with faith
that our wild howls become anthem of truth.

If we spring laughing from sonorous hills
at sudden strike of brave cathedral bells,
we may plow fields of stubborn prairie grass
and plant gold wheat of fierce ambitious plans
to build empire of hungry enterprise
so our children may dance in sweet moonlight.

If I cast line of hope in lake of dreams
with hope to catch elusive fish of faith,
I may hear noble song of moon-white geese
call out to angels on flame-golden clouds
who grant my boon to gain hard-earned reward,
though Nature owes me nothing for my work.

If I should meditate by sparkling brook
that shimmers calm in grove of twisted birch,
I may hear strange enchanting song of faes
that lures my heart to seek dark gloom of fate
in deep forest green of snow-crested hills
where child of the mountain waits for my gift.

If blind musician in dark smoky bar
plays earthy melody on saxophone
with soulful anguish of inhuman truth,
I feel myself alive more than the sea
halfway between midnight and dawn of time,
awake with silver shimmer of star waves.

If I leap over brook of crystal skulls
while running from death on black horse of fate,
I feel cascade of timeless water spray
swirls of strange immortal energy
prismed radiant with souls of fallen gods
who weep to hear me sing about cruel death.

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Orpheus plays saxophone on the rugged mountain where thousands of blind fallen gods gather to complain to Mother Nature about lack of human faith.

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