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Because you hate me.
You don’t understand,
To me losing my faith,
Is like cutting off my right hand.
You don’t discriminate against,
Gender, race or inquisition,
But you judge me for my religion?
You take my words,
Then twist them with your ignorant tongue,
Like I am some sort of disease that rats have brung.
And condemn me to being an idiot,
Like you’re not a ******,
For refusing to accept my beliefs.
No matter how much you judge me,
No matter how strong you hate,
You will never stop me believing,
Because your opinion is weak compared to my faith.
Kim Johanna Baker
Randolph L Wilson
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