Submission to God without reasoning repels me a lot,
Puppet-ism makes my blood hot,
Bleeds me into two horns,
Reasoning encourages me to ask,
Are the hands of the supreme to judge?
Atheism with profound reason,
Makes me more angry-
Reason is chocked in the clutches of anti -reason.
If expansion is the rule of reason,
Shrinking is, of course, the anti-reason.
Wisdom prefers to take a line-
A line of golden mean,
This makes me a fan of God,
A man of free thinking-full of liberty,
Having a pleasure to live in this world with high dignity.
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