Ridiculous Religion
You want a master to feed you their lies
You want to congregate with people just like you
Be told what to think be told what to do
In your numbers
a sheep you have become
Feeding in safe pastures
Under the shepherds gun
Raised up like livestock
in a virtual catch pen
Taught that thinking abstract thoughts
is tatamount to sin
You cower in the shadow
of your version the lord
Hide behind your numbers
wave an angry sword
You justify your actions
on prophets words and such
Leaning on a shaky limb
religion is your crutch
You point the way
YOU Identify the sin
You welcome all comers
to the Ridiculous Religion!!!
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