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Religion


Religion By Tori Phillips Rising from cultures and lands and minds Comes a small thing called religion Easy to define, yet hard to describe The cross, the Buddha, the Star of David Living in a certain religion often dictates one’s Life, education, marriage, diet, and worship It is a sticky subject, as History shows Millions of bloodbaths and crusades and martyrs Growing or sinking as populations change May not affect one’s worship or beliefs If one believes in a God, many gods, or something else, Beliefs will permanently affect a single life. One person is convinced they believe in the truth And will compel of kill to spread the real ‘truth’ Nevertheless, any country, any land, any person Is willing to die for the religion that impacts everyday life.
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