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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