Observation

The devil invented religion To turn paradise into hell And up to my last observation He seemed to be doing quite well there's Irishmen killing each other Over methods of bending to pray Arabs are suicide bombing They think that they're getting away Polluting the garden of Eden Without even stopping to think Lost in our own procreation 'til something's beginning to stink Is everyone blinded by faith? Or too tightly wrapped up in greed Busy extending their need Or caught up afloat in the flow To feel to hear and to smell The brimstone stench of the well What did a devious demon do No wonder they call it a pew