Hey eight-letter word religion
The one who has it's own rebellion
Heard you having abundant forms
Alongst with your contrary norms
No dubiety you do seem to have a wide range
Due to which for other forms you look strange
This strangeness has now turned into a dispute
Perhaps in order to make the other mute
Or I might've misunderstood that they formed you for peace
For as I wonder whether will their rivalry ever cease
I sit after praying, telling myself that it is what with your name they do
However, I will forever know that it's not you
As I've felt piousness and clarity for I've known you're not evil
I've known this for quite some time that it's us who've made you a poisonous cereal.