When we treat our unevolved part
Without a compassionate heart
When we add to the ignorance
Of our senses a load of guilt
Knotted on our backs for centuries
When we refuse to respect ourselves
For being born as who we are
And where we live right now
You reading this
Me writing this
Isn't this the one
And only sin we could commit
Not to feel gratitude and praise
For all our days
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