It isn't so bad Macy. My mind is full of light.
Luke Keegan, under the influence of a Church psi-dampener
Blind Faith
Immortal, invisible, the Watchmaker's wise.
Light guiding our minds and fragile eyes.
The one who will guide us through the end of days,
And so to his presence, his faithful give praise.
...
For now space is silent, but gathers foul light.
In blood and fury the stars will burn bright.
And when we emerge, it shall be the cult's.
Absolved of sin, and mortal fault.
...
So to him our lives givest, both old and young.
Our hymns to praise him, regularly sung.
We embrace his light, in both eyes and mind.
And worship the Watchmaker, benevolent, kind.