Blind Faith

So much depends on the image Without it we are entities, celestials We come together to form one, unified, solidified When it happens, we move again, forward Made of various particles that digest one another Not until full, but until death to one Amoeba-like in that aspect, yet Advanced, both in metaphysics and astrology Much like Grendyl, face contorted Distorted views, obey all rules Never break off and start rotations Dire of consequences, red planets, align, realign “When’s my Time”, “When Lord?” Maker of the scientist who disputes existence One who claims Big Bang, with no faith Not all of us believe it, we love the thought of You The thought of You….the thought