Millions of births, millions, millions
before you end the search
surrendering the billions, billions
of customs you called church.
He has no fixed rules of worship
the Inner Knower of All
dispassionate as a turnip
towards our problems, oh so small.
For we are souls deluded
believing in the lie
demanding to be saluted
thinking we are born to die.
How many times
will we reincarnate
with our thoughtcrimes?
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