Keep Your Religion, I Need It Not.
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Crimson Love
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You take Pride in your logic,
When logically you know nothing,
Your worship is built upon fiction,
Do you know whom god to be?
Can you see as I see?
I think not, illogical, Quite humorous it may seem.
You bow at the feet,
Of something non-Existent,
Your imaginary friend,
Will not be one of mine.
Religion corrupts....Polluting your minds,
Open up to the differance,
Shake belief from your eyes,
You may believe what you will,
But I know who I am, I don't need that of a god to tell me.
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