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There's a Train Going to Peace Station. Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Atheists, Each occupied a Compartment, But never Bothered one another, Just like the Two Rails of the Track That Travel Together but Never Meet. Everyone's Ticket is to Peace, They traveled in Communities and Their Compartment Number Never really mattered. Then came budding Islam, Who wanted their own Engine, Though They are Destined to the Same Station. They made an Exact Replica of the Train, Their 'Fight' for Peace overshadowed Their Destination and they Launched Their Train on the Same Tracks, But in the Opposite Direction. Compartments filled with Innocent Followers, but Engines Piloted by Terrorists And Religious Leaders. They only Focused on Increasing The Number of Compartments To gain Strength and Accelerated As Fast as they Can. But One Thing They Failed to Realize is, No matter how Long the Train is, On Collision, Whole Train Derails, Killing Innocent Passengers, on Both Trains.

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