Religion at it's best

by KrazyMateo   Dec 23, 2008


Caught in the Crossfire of Religious Warfare,
a crowd gathers, yelling in outrage,
a second gathers, matching their yelling.
Soon more crowds join,
then a shot shounds off,
quickly followed by a scream,
a second shot, and the crowd disperses,
leaving a group there,
stained in blood,
and it was all for the religion.

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