WHAT IS NOT
Faith has no color or creed
Same it is for all breed
Weaved with hope to face future
Hearts beseech sanctity regardless of culture
As shrouded is moment in time
By rain and sunshine
Hard to see clear through
What is not what is true?
Divine it is every soul
Each beholden with singular goal
Every doctrine can be influential
However, religion is only consequential
In pursuit of life’s veracity
Questions arise about dogma’s sincerity
Like sky being clear blue
What is not what is true?
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