A type of wine people crave
To face the troubles up to the grave.

A mirage glistening like water,
Thirsty minds see illusory water.

A dim star, blinking far away,
Dark veil is still on the way.

A flame of hope that gleams
In the tomb of ruined dreams.

A soothing balm for the aching souls,
When wounded by shattered goals.

A tinted glass to see the world,
Which shows a misty world.

A torch given to a blind,
Who can’t see by its light.

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Every religion says that it is the only true religion, and only its followers can gain salvation. Since no one can see the truth, religions can deceive people.