Though I no longer bow
When I enter your church,
mosque, temple, synagogue;
Fear not, your command
Will be done, by other men
Who maketh your rules.
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A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
Though I no longer bow
When I enter your church,
mosque, temple, synagogue;
Fear not, your command
Will be done, by other men
Who maketh your rules.
