Tolerance.

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Tolerance.

 

It must be said that when your dead

Nobody knows where you will go

I see no reason I should dread

Something I’m not allowed to know

Though some religions claim to know

It may not be as they expect.

When their time comes and they must go

They will find they were incorrect.

At least that is what I suspect.

Although it’s true I do not know.

I’ll treat your beliefs with respect

Because I think that I should do so.

But I expect you to do the same

If you cannot it’s to your shame.

 

Saturday, 03 December 2011

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