In facetious admiration
For your god of salvation,
You glorify his name on high.
Yet neglected and rejected
Is the self your god protected –
The self you’ve come to know as “I”.

Your belittling reward
For glorifying your Lord
Is a pittance in a place called heaven.
But your Spirit’s advancement
Has taken subordinate placement,
For you, and your religious brethren.

It would seem that your religion
Serves to hide all Truth’s constituents
Deep within confounded images of yore;
In paradoxical parables,
Where not many a man is able
To see the Truth as written by your Lord.

Should not religion serve
To free one from this Earth,
And to one’s spiritual awakening show the Way?
Though it may have done this once,
Your religion no longer does:
Time and men have decayed it’s Truth away.