The Image of HIM

You can act as if HE isn't HIM as if going against God isn't a sin What's behind is something that isn't seen by the blind but this is by design What shines from above also illuminates what is below The dark seeds are seen for they grow to produce fruit of their kind The grind mills until what it brings forth is brought to a point of rest Still Still the results continue to go unseen until it pushes through & is viewed amongst the green Freeing its leaves only leads to its eventual decay as one day everything returns It burns like a flare stick ignited signaling that all must bend a knee as if being knighted The fiery sword of truth being slighted is a sight to behold Even if it cuts down wicks like a candle being blown it's never extinguished Though I'm speaking English many still won't understand like the exotic in nature or species unknown to man Extra on a terrestrial plane is more than enough for those planting fake seeds behind the scenes Shinning isn't a threat but anything blocking the Sun only brings darkness This is a bleak attempt to harvest as it feeds none in reality The reality of this Picaso paints many pictures at once Can one brush really spill all the paint making a picture of fronts? Affronts are made to cover what's being done in the shade but the artist is like a tree A breath of fresh air reciprocating so that everyone can breathe Don't leave before you overstand that the sky is falling & we're all within sight The eyes & image of him is everywhere like the moon shinning at night