Smoke and mirrors

NB I believe in God. It's religion that I don't believe in

What kind of a God would do it?

That sadistic Abraham trick

You sent him on a wild goose chase

Asked him to kill his son – that's sick!

And then there was that apple thing

Placed in the Garden of Eden

You must have known what Eve would do

Eat it! She was only human

That old-fashioned Godfather schtick

Don't you think it's just a bit crass

To terrorise your enemies

And give out presents at Christmas?

All the favours that you call in

It must all be such a big laugh –

Your ambiguous salvation

The rigged “tests” you choreograph

It's all smoke and mirrors your thing

You are like a slick TV host

Heaven and Hell – yours to dispose

Your warm-up man, the Holy Ghost

Like some glib settee salesman

Worship no other, you exhort

But you are a monopoly

You've got us by the balls, old sport