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Working mysteries of religion
High in arrogance slow in content
They are never satiable in religious
Practices all sticking to be strong
Clergy of gloom and hue in wickedness
Shifting and breaking homes with their
Acts of abracadabra seeing vision of
Visions in vision less places
Diverting and deviating the hearts of
Pity less  religious practicer in 
Miserable works filled with schools
Of thoughts stoic and fairy tales
Of religion
Bamboozled followers with rhetorical
We hope in the second coming to
Differentiate the true sheep from
The hawks at work
False clergy's of today claiming to
Hear from the above but can not 
Hear hear the flying birds
They have left injury of honey and
Agony among families
They are apostles whose mission
Is doomladen like magic spirits of
Fallen Babylon
Although they have no record in the
Second coming

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