A religion is born from a language,
And grows amongst the people who speak it,
Taking the people's costume and customs
As its own and with it, it migrates.
Converts embrace more the costume and rites
Than the faith to show their solidarity.
Commune with the God is the language
Original not understood by the mass.
The languages major religions were born in
Are dead and kept, like mummy, for prayer.
26.06.2017
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