Religion

We have today among us Those who prey upon our soul Preying on the weak and helpless With making money as their goal For religion is their business And they are doing well With your fear of your damnation The only product that they sell They harrumph prognostications Pretending to be wise Making "learned" interpretations To pools of upturned eyes “Burden of proof” a foreign concept Some of their teachings, outright lies The laws of truth in advertising To them do not apply Their customers are the ignorant Their stories frightening and sublime How you’ll go to hell forever If you don’t buy into their line For fear is powerf’ly effective Against the young and frightened soul And they have honed it masterf’ly As their instrument of control They created a vicious devil And a terrifying hell And unleashed them on their faithful To help their products sell They made God into a tyrant Who will punish them at will If they do not bow down before them And their commands fulfill They offer no true knowledge That would free men from their rack Just the “hope” of their salvation To keep them coming back For if they taught them truly What the Master plainly taught The cash flow they rely on Would vanish on the spot For there is no damnation As there is no hell And there is no one to judge you You will only judge yourselves They took the stories of the Master And changed them all around Until his perfect teachings Are nowhere to be found He did not teach damnation And He never taught of hell He taught only to love each other As all true readings tell He fought against religions And they all wanted him dead For religion blocks the minds of men And gives them superstition instead He taught of evolution And the progress of the soul In it’s quest to Gods’ perfection For that’s the final goal