Fallen God

If God was an Angel
He’d fall into this
Our tiny world of shit
The one he built
But he won’t admit
Prayers hang leaden
Saints all left to fry
A son he had forsaken
Left alone to die
Tell me god
Tell me is it just a dream
Pray now YWH
Let it out
A mournful scream
Your world is defeated
Owned by another god
The insects you created
Have ripped this fucker off
Don’t cry about it
Don’t run and sob
You left our prayers unanswered
Then we became the gods

© 2005, Mosquitobyte