Cast out by angels
Cast out by faith
Like fallen stars
Like martyrs we fall
Blessed is the sufferer
With these eyes, these hands . .
We almost grasped paradise
You lie alabaster
Translucent on broken shells
Of crystal dreams
Defiled and destroyed
How can i pray
To this cruel god
Who averts his gaze?
How can i believe
In a god
Who creates puppets and sheep?