Fallen Is Your God

Misery in the form of a cross
On a distant plain of fallen ancestors
Fell to rest in the broken earth
Where was God?

Fighting your temptation
The earth dries and these Angels cry
Broken are the promises you gave them
Why God Why?

What was gold is now rusted
The eyes of a saint with a devils touch
The innocently born, with a guilty conscience
Fallen Is Your God.