The same fanatic lying fanatical over
The years, the passage of time,
Ages gone by,
The same oldie, awkward and bizarre man
Has not changed he,
The same old guy blind
To logic and reason,
The same conservative and orthodox man,
The world will change, but he will not,
The same fanatic thinking fanatically,
Dividing human race and mankind,
Thinking in terms of religion, not humanity.
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