Overwhelming Catechism

It's as if Earth itself,
proceeded marriage to the Sun.
The bride moving steady circles,
the groom stayed where he begun.

We dance in such a pattern
Frictions familiar to our orbit
But what was once a forest fire,
now feels like a cigarette.

Pleading with it's lover
to stay where it was fixed
the sun had never thought
the spheres purpose to conflict.

Our spirals, circles traded place
for jagged crooked lines.
What was once a steady pace,
became a revolution time.

What the sun called unity (it's righteous core)
Assumed a dogma to implore
The existence of distance between the two,
the space assumed as Hatred for.

Complacency is not unity!
Dissent is not division!