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To Inhale a Religion

Who help us to inhale the air Since our birth; We didn’t ask nor buy the breathing air; Air is man’s first freedom! Even in the area covered by smoke, fog In a stinky, yucky, bloody smell Or in the air pollution environment We must breath to survive. To love! To hate! To respect or to dismay An item, an animal or a man Depend on our preference; We don’t need to buy nor been bought. To worship Any religion or any sect Depend on our desire, Like to inhale the air: The primary freedom of man’s life!

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