RELIGION

A thousand temples
for foolish saints,
"peoples contaminated
brain products"
a society built,
to help with god,
occupying acres of land.
Filled with,
death stoned creatures,
building hopeless structures,
of wisdom,
on thoughts
by green divine leaves,
on a high.
Doped out,
Flying,
in search of answers,
god,
divinity
and peace.
Learning,
only to cheat,
other creatures,
and thoughtless brains,
found in heaps.
The grass,
to find answers,
divinity in naked dancers,
divinity,
in anything,
but themselves.
Misguiding,
those lipids,
in soft skulls called heads.
Raging wars
on heavenly horses,
prove
each others god’s verses.
Riots,
bombs,
guns,
brains,
fighting
to free their gods,
chained,
to blindness.
At oath,
to never see,
the truth behind.
Is this,
all that gods are for,
to start cold blooded,
insane,
egoistic wars.
Peace,
is not in temples
you build,
sacred acres
of war land.
A pity citizen
afraid to fight
is god himself
and not his knight.
A citizen,
afraid to fight.
No sorrow,
bliss in sight