I do not waste my breath on those
Who clash for faith or creed
They spew their lies and hatred, but
They do not have my heed
I only ask for one thing, that
Whatever shrine you build
You open up its doors to all
Who seek some peace or thrill
Do not be like a bigot, who
Excludes the other kind
Let God be the sole judge of who
Receives the grace divine
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