Nero's Number

God, need not, take care of me.
Scarred religion, needs therapy.
And here i am, the answer.
Behold, my name is Heresy.
 
Behold, the sands of time.
In presence of the present's water.
Which parts will ride the edge like film?Which parts will sink, unaltered?
 
Behold the beheld.
To hold and be held.
On the site so many fell.
In the cemetary of delusion.  
 
Be told, the dressings of articles.
Betold, atom's origin of particles.  
Behold the hem of fields sown.  
And salt the growth of illusion .