Hypocrisy
We're born to die so we live to be remembered..
We survived the mud so we strive to change the mood
Life becomes harder
many good souls turned to swindlers,
prayless stone becomes the prey of the devil,
evil deed eclipsed & bond them to the devil..
You preached like a saint & sent many souls to squabash
I don't preach i practice!!
So!.. Look above and adore your Almighty...
Religion is not Salvation..
Promise is not fulfillment..
Fantasy is not fallacy..
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