Rope A Dope Round A Pope

Everyday you visit the confession,
Seems to me that god's your obsession;
Wiping your face to remove each sin,
To become a part of your humble kin.

What if you had no religion?
No reason to do what your heart desires?
No need to climb a stairway to heaven,
Or fear any dark, satanic fires?

Maybe being alive after you're dead,
Was a silly thought inside your head.
A following strong, in size so massive;
All it is doing is keeping you passive.

What is this you say? Freedom of choice?!
You cut my tongue and stole my voice!
But you forgot, that I have the pen;
And I will gladly rise, and feel rejoice.