You think me evil, cruel, and cursed,
when really I am just believing in more of the universe.
I see the elements as more than just mother earth, but the living embodiment of the spirits around us.
I do not hold what and who you are against you, but you seem to think little of me.
Can I not be happy with my gods as you are with your god?
Do not crucify me for what I am or am not. I am human just as you.
I may have different ways of living, but I do not live for the likes of people who choose to present themselves with such hate.
Live your life and I shall live mine.
Blessed Be.
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