This is my poem on religon, if your a hardcore catholic turn away now.

 

Fear Theory.

Of morals and methods the grey one speaks

And men in tall chairs shield

From the knowledge of question.

The fools world spread their winged ears

To receive the good news:

"We need more money."

 

Theft without apparent crime they feed on fear

And the poor come packed

With a pocketful of sorry

Impoverished by the commandeers

With enemy salute.

Blame the crusaders.

 

Preaching to an already worried public

Of guilt and sacrifice

Kidnapping the wanderer

Crucified at birth

The murder is now baptized.

 

Much further beyond atoms and matter

There is a place of peace

Where penance cannot be sold

And a point of view

Is just a collection of words

because it matters not now.

 

Be not afraid

They shall fall like pharaohs

 

If man was religon God would be human.