Your Faith

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Can’t see a god? Or a djinn? Angels or demons? Centaurs or Kraken? Boogeyman or Babadook? Vampires or Werewolves? Fakirs of days lost? Ash-clad Aghoris? Or a crimson tongued Kali? Heroes or villains, (Super or not)? Monsters of every kind? Or saviours of our times? Can’t see them? At all? Just stand Before a mirror! Gaze deeply in your eyes! Behind the windows of your soul You’ll find heaven And hell.

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