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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