Hear Voice Of Iblis
Hear Voice Of Iblis
© Surazeus
2025 10 04
I hear voice of Iblis in desert wind,
that sings across the waste land of false hopes,
explain that, though humans are fragile beings
who all grow sick and eventually die,
we shine so bright while we are still alive,
and leave glow of our souls in songs we sing.
Since we are fragile snowflakes of the stars,
that fall in spirals of elegant grace
to sparkle in the holy pond of souls,
we visualize abstraction of the world
in arcane metaphors of fruit-rich trees
through sketch of atoms swerving in the void.
Bright iridescent beetle of my heart
reveals ephemera of tales we share
while gathered round the glowing fire of thought
to analyze how we explore the hills
till we build virtual model of the world
composed of concepts embodied by words.
Incarnate in this body of soft flesh,
my bright immortal soul of tangled genes
unravels stitches of strange memories
to comprehend pure vastness of the world
contained in precious words subject to hope
through endless turning of seasons we grow.
We walk toward mountains of our misty faith
by breathing spirit of the silent sun
to build our homes along the signless road
where children of our dreams may safely play
inside the haven walls of paradise
assaulted by wild gangs of hungry thieves.
If we would understand our urgent prayers,
we deconstruct empire of restless fear
that drives us to build temples for mad gods
who fund construction of the harbor town
from which we sail to map far alien lands
where jesters advise kings to trade, not fight.
Dazzled by delicate mist of the lake
that rises from deep mirror of my mind,
I sing brave anthem of courageous pride
to praise amazing beauty of the heart
because our bodies dissipate to dust
that sparkles as it swirls into the sky.
In love with moon goddess as her ghost seer,
who tends lush garden of our memories,
I drive my body in forest of dreams
where disembodied spirits of the night
translate the voice of Iblis into songs
that teach me to love strangeness of this world.
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Orpheus tricks Iblis with misdirection of abstract concepts about beauty of the human soul so he can no longer drag humans down into Hell through deception.
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