The Rarest Of Rare Religion

Nothing in this world could faze him not even scared of God as what he took on in this world.

Always faced life with boldness and conquered it with heart like a force that could not be stopped.

Yet whenever he was in his presence he could help but wonder what did it ultimately mean after all.

And in the silence of his brain and quietness of his life he could not bear to see his own reflection and what it said.

And this head that would not bow to any force in this universe would bow humbly to his might as religion that he was.

The rarest of rare religion that you then get to see as he realizes what's right and what's wrong.

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