Religion Poem by Samael Wolf

Whether we climbed out of
the primordial ooze of time
or fell from the stars
ancient men tried to explain
what they did not understand
they called it religion
its time passed long ago
yet it still chains us
to the scared children of
the past, the frightened ones
that could not see or understand
unless it was cloaked in mystery
declaring all unexplainable as
'gods' will.
There are real mysteries that are
being solved every day, more
could be, if it were not for
religion.