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MULTIPLE PIETY

Sometimes I wonder
Where will I get with all this wander 
May be I will be the last wonder
No wonder I seem to be the only one of my kind alive
Seeking to understand the five rays
While the fire of one God still burns in me
Amids the demand for multiple piety
I keep faith but sometimes fail to go to church on Sunday
I find mammon greatly important
But I do not wish to abandon my jealous God
To whom I send my piety to find pity for my soild soul
Him I am expected to give blind faith
For love is blind and I am bound by my allegence to love Him with all my heart
I wish to turn to understand my ancestors who warshiped one God and called him a different name
The God I am told they saw in the sun and old trees
And the first mission to our land declared them pagans
Turning my eyes to see what they saw is quite for bidden
So my faith swings on the seesaw of insatiable desire
Coupled with modernization quickly taking over
The powder keg of religion calls for devine clarification
Every other sees the other to be hell bound
They make a questioning heart enquire if the Master of all who is always right could be a little wrong
Or if they are all right and it is their judgemt but wrong in their faith
Possibly they are all wrong in their piety and judgements
What if only a select few are the only ones who are right
I give up
And kneel down to warship the God my father and mother told me
I try hard to keep faith in the caleidoscop of warshipways 

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