Celibate Priests, Fundamentalist Imams,
eagerly preach their delusive plans
 Protestant Vicars and Methodist lays,
give it out in gentler ways,
to simple folk in hallowed halls 
with pointy tops, round minarets,
brass artefacts, smooth marble steps.

The use of loud hailers and noisy bells
call the faithful to worship and god to please  
devotions observed on bended knees,
Venerable leaders in vigorous dispute
offer paths to Heaven by differing route
on varying surface stony or smooth,
stony they preach the most “with it” groove. 

Walk up, walk up, walk up this way,
walk up for sentence on judgement day,
when your average decent Joe and Jane
 hoping rigid piety was not in vain,
smile as each anticipates
 infinite peace, tranquillity,
beyond 'Dun roaming" pearly gates.
 
The suicide bomber with quickening pace
savours pleasures awaiting Heaven within,
can't wait to ravage, his first virgin,
anxious, impatient, full of self important worth.
Hope she’s not so ugly
as his last act on Earth.

Now the time has come to be profound
'cause when we’re dead and in the ground,
having lost all emotion and concupiscence
perform each the same task in unison, 
 decaying slowly without strife,
"obligatory cohesion"
 preposterous in life.