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Upon the sanctuary is born….

Held through the centuries….

A Simple form of deception and deceit

Delusion peck by the word

Espoused by those who never know

Unconditionally effective for bewitched minds

Scars written in vain, means nothing for them

Confidently accepted suffering, seems so divine

With communion, labor is purchased

Imposed tradition is their pride

For good and evil which is made, arguments required

Relying on disease, solution is found

To remain consistent with its error

To finish what was made

As a suicide concept, where murder is not crime

Accommodate is self destruction, an ordered end

For forged greater good....

Upon the sanctuary will die….

In centuries away….