Resonably dead, logically dry,
But call they themselves holy and pious
But are not virtuous and chaste
The so-called faithfuls
And the blasphemy-doers and skeptics too godly
As they question the things beyond
For an understanding.
The conservative and Orthodox people,
When will you reform yourselves?
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