Of the divine who created us all
If I believe He resides in me
Then life becomes more complicated
Rather than what is expected to be simple
For the fact that He is an associate
Of the crime I committed
Then how He can judge
Make me responsible
For the sins I generally do
Or how I can take home all the virtues
We earn together
Without giving Him His share.
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