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PagansNearly six thousand years since religion began Yet we still act like Pagans whenever we can. Fighting and killing a lust to see death Fearing the most when it's close too our rest. We still erect figures then bow to our knees Hoping the Almighty or our boss is well pleased. We think nothing at all if a stranger should die Think nothing of the loved ones that mourn as they cry. Religion was founded to teach us of one… The one God Almighty and the work that he begun. Yet we use it as a weapon… ‘We'll fight in God's name' Never fearing the rainstorm… God's tears of our shame. It seems we've learnt nothing from history's tale Learnt nothing of loving… learnt only too fail. For religion too work we must all preach the same… They'll be no more killing… In my Gods good name. Vote for this poem
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