The
almighty dwells in every heart,
Divided
not by will but by birth,
Creators
blurred, not to see our deeds on earth,
The
messenger bribed or prayers far apart?
How
would blood shed honor almighty?
If
looked upon, prayer reaches one, not many.
Wonder
lies in tragedy, words hands sword bragging dirty.
A
miracle honey shower, clicking sanity would be brainy
Oh!
Would prayers forever be trapped?
Its
imagination gone out of hand,
A
place ironically called mother land
Truth,
violence in humanity long draped
Sickening
thoughts rumbles in mind
All
known religion, full of humor it remains.
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