X..Fallen

Oh god are you still there
if you are you don't care
I keep my hands in my pockets these days
find it hard to go to work on a sunday

You have taken every thing I love
before it's time, slice by slice
day by day you, took it all away.

I listen to the sinners baptise their heads
bless there children and I eat the bread of
the divine power, I have fallen, my faith turns sour.

Dog collar bites at my throat
like a savage hound
life flows from my veins
and kisses the good book
I have fallen,, open it; and take a look.