of all faiths,
has killed more people
in the name of god,
have spread more prejudice
and hatred in the name of god…
and have taken more
from the innocent and poor,
in the name of god…
whatever god!
than all the tyrants
throughout history!
true faith,
of whatever flavor,
is based in compassion.
any action done
outside of compassion
has nothing to do
with a true god!
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rapid fire, pure desire,
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