billions of sparkling stars in our night sky
in the vast black canvas we called universe
for we are a part of it
a molecular part, despite our arrogance
it's amazing how He created things
systematic and divine
yet He let Chaos to disturb it
all we thought as disaster, as catastrophy
maybe just a skim on a Diamond
to make it brighter and more unbelievable
for who could make such interstellar gaunt?
who could arrange such eclectic nebulaes?
who could bond all the Stones to its orbit like a string puppet
Who could possibly endure the power of Time
who could ultimately pick what must be ended
and what must be started
He may not be seen, but His power is everywhere
in the rain
in the skies
in the clouds
It's the deity that reigns
the thriving infinite subject we called God
For He is almighty
and earth's just a dust
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