Religion; decay and relevance

The minds are as rotten as the wood
That makes up the pulpit and the pews
They have so adulterated the books
And they even deprive us our meals
Oh! I think they see us as fools
So, they pull is with rope like mules
Sometimes when I sit to consider their ruse
I can't help but be amused

Oh! Religion, thee I hail
For you've kept some people slave
Kept them tight in a mental cage
And some, they keep praying for a way
Religion! I reference you a sage
For you alone has kept some sane
And preserve our green from going gray
By turning the wicked from their evil ways

Judge me not, O ye religious
I know well, thou art pious
Even my conscience is religious
But my soul is liberated