Religion is a pair of glasses
Distorting
Focusing and bending
The light
Of faith and hope
The spectre of love
We congregate in joyful masses
Consorting,
Unified and blending
In rite
A woven rope
That's shared by the dove
We're told to be good lads and lasses
Comforting
Reaching out and lending
Insight
To help to cope
And no one to shove
We gather up in studious classes
Purporting
For prophets we are wending
They write
We must not grope
Allah, Yahweh, Jove
We contemplate how our life passes
We're sorting
Our actions and our spending
We might
Obtain a scope
The meaning thereof
We're searching for the greenest grasses
Cavorting
Eternity non-ending
New height
We seek to lope
To the realms of above
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