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I say no words when I feel those vibes,

I utter the truth as I only have one life.

Teach me that he lives in the elements and papers,

I got no chill, as he dwells inside us.

He blessed us with our corpse and let us in his realm,

Bestowed matter and every quirk we brought in.

We made those sculptures and said,

He’ll be now in our temples and prayers,

Worship him, he is our souvenir.

I still don’t believe in the power of sculptured God,

I have faith in the faith of my folk staying here.

God is power, belief and love,

If that faith is sculpted, we should cherish.

-Riya Shah

By Ray

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