Crossing The Rubicon
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We are inhabitants of man's kingdom. It's created by the Almighty the Sublime. All are His obedient slaves! But we forget and want to forget the Divine Law. We are dare-devil in every action! No sympathetic mind, no philanthropic activity could be found. We are not duty bound. We want to have power like a king. Today hate speech is our main weapon, slandering is big sword and creating religious intolerance is modern ammunition! We cannot hear the song of conscience. Sitting under a torn umbrella we have torn to pieces our diary of love and hopelessly feeling severe pangs of neglect. Today we have crossed the Rubicon.
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