Captivated within religious tombs
And the magnification of god's essence, had lost its breath
Length of mortal men's faiths never reach ozone
In ticks of time, he turns his back on his sworn word
Only to hate, when his god is in question
Dipped deep in material's love
Born blind to prevail truth's loathe
Like it is god who created religion
And blood is shed to defend
In ropes of entitlement of god's legacy,
It's hanged to death
Now, its picture of truth is shown in rootless smiles
When hearts are in distant miles
Does god reside in smiles or hearts?
The physique beshadowed its see-through might
And rotten essences parade wrapped in swinging hips
For, an eye was lost
To see hungry graves carried by mouth watering appeals
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