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To God With Love

I fold my hands in the Temple,
I chant prayers in the Mosque,
I kneel down in the Church.
Only to find Myself,
As I am in search.

I killed a thousand Doves
And burnt those Olive trees.
The Pigeons are all gone,
As I set the Beasts free.
This all I did in Love,
As I love Thee.

My hands are wet and red,
As many have bled.
I did this in your love.
And only your love has Led.
I sacrificed so many, to Preach about you.
I know you Bless me,
I make you Proud.
As I behead anyone who opts out of this crowd.

I fold my hands in the Temple,
I chant prayers in the Mosque,
I kneel down in the Church.
I just found Myself,
But am still in search.
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