Babies are born so glad to arrive
And as soon as they can look around
Along comes religion telling how it goes
Be it mind body soul and even sound
No time to become an original individual
Nor develop one's own personality thoughts
Half of all they'll ever be a;ready under command
And getting worse still every day last reports
All organised by those that know their as if God
Any better then you do as their God is all things
If all things then every part of life it's self on earth
Filling new born brilliant souls this confusion brings
No religion no war no money collecting no slaves
The poor giving to have them wealthier still every day
They never in time paying taxes at all since they began
And the poor with little help bound in life as well to pay
The greatest sin and crime upon earth is only religion
I feel they'd better hope there's no heaven upon high
The most ever earthly kettles calling all other pots black
As they never stop to think one day they too will die..