I saw the Sun and couldn't tell its religion.
There were crows on the tree I couldn't find a Muslim crow or a Hindu crow or a Christian one.
There were days when I was so close to the earth and a crystal raindrop used to be as pure as my heart.
There were days when there was present neither the religion nor its followers.
There was a day when all of it started.
Everything that has a start also borns with a moment living in future with which it will end for sure.
Your religion had borned some day and some day it will die for sure.
Still you are so eager to slit my throat because I do not want to follow you and your God..
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