Toll Past Heaven's Gate

The toll past Heavens gate,
Be a good girl,
Dont fall for the bait.
Go to church on Sunday,
and respect the priest and his prayers,
Dont submit to evil,
submit to the old ladies stares.
Dont ever speak of anger,
Dont show emotion like that,
Be a good Orthodox,
Dont ever wear leggings,
Or makeup.

Is this the toll past Heavens gate?
Or is it something they just said,
something they want you to take.
Like go to confession,
Share your sins with a person you dont know,
Walk out again,
Has it changed anything?

Outside in the garden,
I can find more of God,
Than on the altar,
With the icons and the wax candles,
Praying a prayer out of a book,
And not out of my heart,
Does God really hear that practiced plea,
Does he answer when the nuns chant \"God help us we have sinned\" over and over,
Like a broken tape recorder.

But out in the sun,
I realize what the people inside are missing,
For I am more likely to find an angel,
walking on the grass,
Than inside,
Singing in a bass tone.

So,
Is this the toll past Heavens gate,
Or am I fooling myself,
Is this religion the real bait?