Religion

Smile, Smile
 Do not frown.
We pass to you 
 Our golden Crown.

Our Crown of Hatred.
Our Crown of Death.
Our crown of Persicution.

With your crowning,
 With these thorns,
Followed shortly an exicution.

On our Cross you hang,
 We laugh and yell at you in scorn,
and you cry; "I've been forsaken."

A bloody religion
 A bloddy death
Bathed in blood;
 Are all of us.

We all have our gods.
We all have our ways.

So many have died.
 So many were lost...
In this blight of religion
 Why can't we
Just let each other be?