Ah the Crimes in Faith’s Name Done!

Ah the crimes in faith’s name done,

Driven by tales that they have spun,

Vast millions trapped in their snare,

To question them, they don’t dare,

Being told that for this they’ll face,

Divine wrath and awful disgrace,

In this world, and when they die,

On meeting God high up in the sky,

If they ask, or even simply doubt,

What their stories are really about.

Hate, even wars, of a deadly type,

And crimes of almost every stripe,

Fear and misery, also madness, rife,

Almost every possible form of strife:

Oh the many sins in faith’s disguise,

Based simply on a big bunch of lies!

Only if men leave these tales aside

Can in harmony they at last abide.