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 Strip Away My Religion 

By Hirra  




Strip away my religion. Strip away my colour. Twist my language beyond
recognition.

Pull out my voice. Rip out my viewpoints. Chop off my limbs. Suffocate my
hearing.

Anger my laughter. Silence my conscience. Burn my soul. There should be
nothing left...

yet the wind still blows my name...

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