In the domains of belief, where darkness prevails,
There lies a spirit, innocent in the beginning,
But now devastated and overshadowed with
Pessimism and fears, a deeply hurt being.
In search of comfort, in search of everything.

Religion is a thin layer, an outer covering
That conceals the fangs of bitterness and hatred.
Why do we kill each other, in the name of sacredness?
Why do we fan the...