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Jul 3
The heights of freedom, the depths of trials
May thy lord fulfill his humanly desires
As he walked trembled and troubled through the complications of life
Many asked who he follows who he despise
They offered him the hands in name of holy
Introduced him different names and stories of glory

But the  different paths put the hands in denial
Once joined in grace now they  defile
The promises were ruined the peace was  questioned

The collision of visions turned them blind
They became mere slaves of religious pride
And thus he got to know there is no heights for freedoms and no depts of trials
the almighty god is a lie made by holy liars
Faith heals and blind faith kills
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