Am I religious?

In a land where paper pays for blood. A fair promise halts the flood we can not sail on top of. The prayers of few halt the hail of fire but when push comes to shove its only to ignite and fill the air with entire fireworks that scare the heavens with flashes and bursts on a day of so called independence where we sold our reins from one owner to a corporation or conglomerate, whatever or whichever you prefer I am tolerant.
I infer the worst, both out of tough love and thirst for something better.
Letters exchanged to silence toward loved ones alert the sirens for those with whom you digress from second best conversation to talk about the weather. If god really wanted us to tether together what he was doing, he would send notes tied to feathers. He wouldn't send flashes of light to blind us and surprise us and make us curious.
Let's pretend he's not furious for screwing with his plans.
They say that ignorance is bliss so diss with a kiss and premiss with this; we let the bewitched live how they would,not pitching what they see as good, not typing their manuscript for them to get shipped off to war and hoping they don't abhor us us for all the silly things we do.
Letting the ones who land say that they flew.
Letting the ones who stand say they are blue just like you.
Letting those who don't choose say they can't lose.
After all since the eating the apple, not knowing and fleeing the chapel and letting us choose was the best gift because we don't just love those above us but those next to us too.
Our first father knew.
Will the creator ever forgive us for scorning those who want to live different?
After all, after it all, the majority is just a dividend of something greater.
I'm not saying he should put a crater in the earth or that we're just delaying the worst I'm just conveying my thirst for something more.
I swore to ignore the heat seeking omnivores paid for by offshore accounts but what is stitched is torn by pitched amounts of this paper money. It would be funny how that which could be spent on peace is spent on turning things into dust, like... must we have more?
So tell me, am I religious? What is the score?
This is me, I'm torn.