A flaming Cross,
Of fear and strife,
A cold Candle,
That freezes life.
A judging Crescent,
Ablaze with bias and disdain:
Why can’t we choose not to choose?
-To remain stable and sane.
Emotions dictate,
Never really any prophet or saint:
For we only pick shades,
With which we want to paint.
Everything can be justified,
And everything cannot,
One word against another:
Conflict is thus wrought.
Rules can be broken without shame,
But inner conviction always shines through;
Where blind faith is impersonal-
True love and care defines you.
Religions shed blood and tears,
Awareness and trust neither,
Ink fades to dust or runs with showers,
But belief remains with one ever after.
Look into your heart,
Not into a statue’s harsh eyes,
Live life, true and fulfilling,
Not obedience, and to yourself lie.
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