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How to Kill?

Killing has always been the job of the religious.  They kill for their gods and the gods are always happy. 

Death is the pastime of the gods. 

And of those who are close to the gods. 

Remember the sacrifices stipulated by the Vedas?
Remember the crusades made by the Christian missionaries in the medieval period?

At least, remember the terrorist attacks of our own days?

The politics of the gods. 

If you're not sick of them, you have mastered the art of killing. 



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  2. Religion doesn't teach killing, it is the interpretation of us intellectual and learned smart alecs! As for killing through terrorism, oh well... dont they have their own motives to kill their own kind especially in the name of religion?! Why blame religion... I would call it politics of the demi-gods aka us smart and intelligent inhuman humans!
    Cheers!

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    1. Archana, I think you and I are saying the same thing in slightly different ways

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  3. Finally a post here :) I was wondering what's taking so long for a new piece.. you are quite frequent actually.. As for killings, a heinous crime done for whatever bullshit reasons! I feel guilty if I have to kill even a spider :(

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    1. There's also psychological killing which missionaries and their mercenaries resort to frequently, Roohi. I was under one such series of tortures... Hence I couldn't bring myself to write anything. I'm still to recover...

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  4. "Killing has always been the job of the religious...If you're not sick of them, you have mastered the art of killing!" (and everything in between)...a reality the 'religious' will never acknowledge.
    A masterpiece, Tom! Thank you!

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    1. I wrote it out of fury and despair, Amit. It was an outlet... Last one week was a terror in my life, a religious terror. Even when I keep away from religion and choose my safe niches, religion comes haunting me: that's what I don't understand - why the stupid thing is so ghostly.

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    2. Not sure what's wrong going on but still sending good wishes your way.. Hope to read a new piece here soon..

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    3. It's pretty bad, Roohi. Some very powerful people are targeting me. I've been surrounded from various areas. But they won't succeed ...

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  5. Religion is a means to control people. How can there be control without killing/weeding out a few. :)

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    1. 'Applied' religion is all about power games. Some killings are necessary.

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