You Shall Not Shoot Me
© Surazeus
2026 01 08

You shall not shoot me in the head with hate
while I am driving to the lake of gods
where I walk in dark woods of faceless ghosts
to fish for demons in depths of despair
so I can teach my handless child to count
how many stars still glitter in the sky.

You shall not shoot me in the head with fear
while I am running up that hill of skulls
to save the savior from the cross of pain
who gives me bitter wings from fallen gods
so I can fly above the maze of myths
to find the idol of my laughing clown.

You shall not shoot me in the head with lies
while I am walking to the grocery store
where gangs of thugs in masks of fragile pride
chase honest immigrants to kingdom come
since angels play with guns in paradise
lost in the swirling smoke of burning homes.

You shall not shoot me in the head with rage
while I am writing fairy tales for kids
to prove that people are good in their hearts
according to the holy book of goats
that tells us we should welcome to our homes
lost refugees of war from distant lands.

You shall not shoot me in the head with faith
while I am dancing in tall ring of stones
where Fairy Queen of Avalon proclaims
how fundamental law of honest life
declares, do what you will, if you harm none,
till son of Jesus stabs her in the heart.

You shall not shoot me in the head with truth
while I am filming crimes of fascist goons
who storm the Gates of Heaven with clean guns
to steal the Crown of Jesus from his head
when Odin chops the Tree of Knowledge down
and forces Eve to marry him at noon.

You shall not shoot me in the head with hope
while I am climbing Zion before dawn
to build new Temple of the Holy Ghost
whose specter gleams on television screens
as angel fallen from high castle walls,
then flies away in starship of the mind.

You shall not shoot me in the head with love
while I am singing hymn to faceless God
whose atom-spirit wakes in every brain
that dreams brave United Nations of Earth
against world empire of the vampire king
who howls in rage that we defy his greed.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings elegy for Renee Nicole Good at memorial vigil in every city of the world where people oppose tyranny.

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