A little thing about my mind

This mind has taken on its strongest quest being born to a modern world to attest. They preach and confuse through their thousand gods, leaving many choices without a guess. The humans communicate, snake tongued and righteous in this world of lies where height, black and white meaning make the difference. If you were to chance upon a view, here from space they resemble bacteria, chomping a blueberry, killing with little sense! Remarkable, they don't wipe each other out fighting wars, settling scores whilst dealing with drought. A girl told me that Saturn got her many rings from her God, 'cause she's not a single lady when gets around, without a doubt. I'll leave it in their billions of hands with their problems, numerous, and dangerous in demands. I'll poetize and paint their present state faces that are as bountiful and beautiful as the African sands warrior