‎the Dress Code Of A Sinner

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‎The Dress Code of a Sinner ‎ Prabir Kumar Gayen ‎ ‎What is the dress code of a sinner? ‎Wearing awkward hat with borrowed ‎rope from other ancient book, ‎Stolen page with broken words, ‎Not cloth like normal human beings ‎With sword in hand to drink ‎blood of pure creed, ‎Blind in faith with dark agents ‎that his truth alone may breathe ‎while others must choke into silence. ‎ ‎Arrogant like a crow wearing ‎rotten and filthy dress, ‎wraps fear around his waist, ‎killing innocent is his bravery, ‎ties obedience like a noose ‎and calls it faith. ‎ ‎His prayers smell of conquest, ‎Crying like dark pigs in filthy lake, ‎his devotion thirsts for destruction, ‎Who is he - the brutal beast, ‎who labours to burn every altar ‎except the one that feeds his ‎sinful ego, ‎whose religion is only sin ‎wearing a borrowed halo? ‎ ‎He is the artisan of ruin, ‎the missionary of hatred, ‎the cleric of annihilation ‎who mistakes domination for God, ‎God the very word itself is an illusion ‎As his God is a killer of innocent human beings, supporter of rapist and criminals ‎As he kills in His Name. ‎ ‎What is the enemy of humanity? ‎Not belief, not scripture, not God, ‎but the shadow of sin ‎pretending to be religion, ‎where conscience is outlawed ‎and cruelty is crowned divine. ‎The thief can not take real essence ‎When they steal messages from other religious book. ‎ ‎ ‎These are the beastly ones, ‎upright in pretence, ‎feral in soul, ‎living behind the shadow of illusion, ‎where blood becomes pathway, ‎and suffering becomes proof, ‎They enjoy licentuous happiness ‎Snatching property from others. ‎The brutal Sinners in the robe of Religion. ‎ ‎ ‎They kiss the book, ‎then destroy the living word, ‎In the name of God do sex ‎With multiple concubine ‎Then speak of heaven ‎while manufacturing hell. ‎ ‎They invoke the sacred ‎only to silence Love and compassion, ‎O world, remember this: ‎Where love is absent, God is absent. ‎Where compassion dies, religion collapses. ‎And where another's destruction ‎is called holiness, ‎sin has found its finest costume. ‎The sinner's dress code ‎is not what he wears in and out ‎but what he refuses to feel. ‎ ‎@Prabir Gayen ‎1/1/26/6: 34 PM. ‎ ‎ ‎

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