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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 with heart like a force that could not be stopped.
Yet 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.
These eyes that were never filled with shame about the religion he was even in the house of God yet pangs of conscience and face of regret to him he humbly was.
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