What is faith?

The all seeing eye of God,
vigilantly staring down through eternity.
Soft, low songs of angels,
melodious pure crystallized light.
Childrens innocent dreams,
drifting in new moring mist.
The philosophers gold,
clothing the outward, spun from within.
Brilliance of the rising sun.

What is fate?

The hands of Satan,
tugging at the strings of vice,
a wicked puppet master.
The endless deadly flow,
of the drunkards wine.
A mothers milk never used,
thick, dried, useless.
Dark murmerd phrases,
a poets verse turned black as ink.
The inevitable setting of the sun.