Brains in a pickle!

Brainwashed! On smooth soapy stones they lay,
Metaphorical blows to their head they take,
No, not a shadow, to an illusion they pray,
Oaths and promises to wash away their sins,
And unmentionable things an illusion brings!

A sacrifice of blood and sweat the enslaved pays,
Now showered with lauds of falsest praise,
I laugh aloud, at the beliefs they fancy,
They hail me a blaspheme, but mercy!
I'm human! I wish everyone like me was awake!