Enduring the pain called hell,
Save me the reason of knowing,
Why I stand at the gates of heaven,
And what reasons to the future I'm sowing.
I've pulled through the hell called Earth,
As religion thrust upon me a tag called sin,
What sin have I committed thoust deliver,
When all I've read is perishable under the skin.
With birth of matter descends one religion,
As the soul follows the golden rule,
To set oneself aside amidst all religions,
Is a credo to the book of yule.
I judge thee not by sin,
For religion be sham and deceitful,
Or sinful acts that one eludes,
When soul admits religion not bountiful.
Heaven and hell then be,
Droplets of water in an icy sea,
Dripped in a blanket of cold I dream,
Of a world indifferent to religion I see.
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