Religion, it must end;
Of man, it is no friend.
For with its faith and force
It plots a downward course.

Good logic, it deems ill,
Would kill man’s self-love will,
Make joy a lasting vice,
End all in sacrifice.

Religion, it must cease;
To man, it brings no peace.
Its love is no love true,
But hate of inner you.

It pushes mind and soul
To death, which is its goal,
And clamps you in its vice,
The dark of sacrifice.