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I know that with my religion people make assumptions,

I know that what I believe in sometimes comes with consequences.

But why must we judge others on what they believe in?

When it comes right down to it, are we not all trying to fit in.

My religion gives me a place to go, a home and a caring family.

We may not be related by blood; but there is one thing we all do happily.

We are all devoted to one greater being.

Some who watches out for us and forever seeing.

He gave me this family and this home,

And I await the day I will bow before him, at his throne.

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