Fallen like the angel
of darkness his deceit
completes me as liar
I trod uncertain feet.

My twisted perception
it is my nature born.
Fallen I have fathoms
but already was torn.

Forces that bore me
versus ones I found
keep a soul in limbo
as I move on ground.

Why pray when all is
death and all do lie?
I’ll be my dreams for
in my reality I do cry.

Hope is but wishing
for good fortune told
by those who lie better
try fit we their mold.

The good book we use
tells us we can pray.
While a friend around
us tries us to slay.

Drawn and quartered
by those who care not.
Remind them we try to
of a God we also forgot.