The voices speaking in your head
Are whispers you created,
Playing back to you,
And you thought they are new.
Religion becomes an excuse,
Your only defense,
A blind belief with no reason,
Causing grief and pain.
The senseless acts by your hands,
The destruction of lands;
Causing blood to spill,
Will come back to you; it will.
Copyright © WinePoetess 2017
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