Poisonous Prayer Of Pride
© Surazeus
2026 04 03

I never noticed time can see itself,
Eve chuckles at absurdity of fate,
then strolls with unsynced bells of worthless hope
to stand on treeless hill of perfect size
where angels scatter bones of gods in grass
that transform into books no eye can read.

Eve wears new mask carved from tamarisk wood
to break hard shackles of theology
by selling peace to mad king on the heath
whose rainbow silhouette veils her stale heart
with sterile shadow of unconquered love
that reveals how precious her soul should be.

Affixed communion with specious belief,
that long-dead vampire god will resurrect
our rotten bodies from root-tangled soil,
inspires Eve every morning to transcend
aching pain of her back and hips worn down
by baking apple pies beside the bomb.

Eve remembers six thousand years of thirst
for fruit from Tree of Knowledge that seals
fructuous heart of innocence with respect
for pure Flame of Atar that manifests
victorious beauty of the conqueror
who overthrows all tyrants in the world.

Her heart sprouts wheat of calm beneficence
that resists thought decay of pestilence
against dominion of the mortal man
who claims divine right to exploit our hands
that garnish treasures from the generous Earth
which accounts for poisonous prayer of pride.

With palsied hands that plea to abjure pain,
Eve draws map of the world with blood of gods
on arch of triumph in the capital
where wounded warriors of the war for oil
parade before polished Mirror of Death
who twists their souls with arrogant dismay.

Through emulation of the solemn rite,
that she directs with skull of god in hand,
Eve holds ripe apple to indifferent sun
that bursts with timeless circumstance in code
programmed by brains of children in cold rain
who share their stolen grief with eyeless friends.

Stuck in shadow between Never and Now,
Eve steals electric Diamond of Lost Truth
that beams celestial light of energy
which proves we are but swirls of conscious dust
that dissipate in soft relentless wind
which swirls long hair around her weathered face.

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Orpheus meets Eve for lunch at the Crippled Pegasus Cafe on the river walk in down town Gotham City where they watch the victory day parade.

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