Hey eight-letter word religion
Who has it's own rebellion
You say you have abundant forms
With some contrary norms
Well, you seem to have a wide range
Due to which for other forms you look strange
This strangeness has now turn into a dispute
In order to make the other mute
They formed you for peace
Would their rivalry ever cease
With your name they do
But I know it's not you
You're virtuous and not evil
It's us who've made you a poisonous cereal
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