let us make gods in our own image

God has no hands but those we lend the tasks
God has no face but those seen in the street
we fool ourselves with images and masks
that may evoke, but must be incomplete
we sing of "up" but should be gazing in
conceptualizing causes from "out there"
that lead us willy-nilly into "sin"
but they're just gods and castles on the air
the opiate of masses serves the king
who wants to keep us harnessed to his goal
and if we'd only give him everything
he'll free us from the burden of control
no long white beard keeps us infantilized
if once we were adults in our own eyes