Religion
Our life's like shrubs with fibrous root draws' living from many beliefs... Our doctrines are naked weapons worn on our very self.. The law like cultural attires displayed by a non-native, though charmed by the attires but disobedient to guidelines.... When you probe us we sum our defend from hearsay and our sole witness from our perspective... when you prove us wrong, we anchor our shame on religion... (those fake stories from Hades..) We live both "with the law" and "against the laws", and as such, guilty of all.. we condemn dual creatures on "trousers" Yet practice mix cropping, of cucumber and groundnut yam and melon... We are faithful in tithing Yet refuse the poor crumbs afterwards.. Tonguing ends with "Karima Santa" yets say "the rest are blabbing..." So we live hindered by the shades of religion that even the good fruits bore, become meaningless... who made us a judge over them?? While we bind ourselves after being freed.. Who made us a ruler over them?? When their excellence suppasses ours'.. When we meet the Master someday.. He'll ask to know "who placed this yokes on our shoulder?" Then our response will be "Maybe your interpreters refused us a balanced meal..." Or, "that we read thy book with a shade"... A shade of religion
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