The delight of abusing God,
They do not know it,
The religiously blind or mad people
As they cannot question
And the reasoning is dead in them,
As they cannot distinguish light from darkness,
As those who do blasphemy
Too are good from within.
Blasphemy opens the avenues of
Thought and reflection,
Broadens the mental horizon,
If God had been so pure,
Why did he create the lamb and the tiger both,
Why did He import the idea of Death,
Mark the Villainy of God?
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