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Apostate Third Part

No mom, not a want such cannibalism religion but a want to be a human, I don't want religion. If your blessings mom, if remains mine upon in my acts and deeds will my religion be goes on. I will build the nation, the glory the virtues will remain in human where there will never be abduction the humanity thereon. I will run in full motion and will break all the barriers of religion I will break the grip of the disability; I will, I will mom. On that day humans; humanity will be their reign where the sky will come down to its land will not fell the thunder to knock thereon, well nourished man will worship only to human all will be same in thought and in religion. No little baby will cry, nor his poor mom it will no longer remain the land of slaughterhouse in turn in softness on the ground beneath the open sky people will dwell in happiness and with their mourn.

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