Church and State

Falling small, squaling deep
The church tower is steep
Pires above the tower of evil,
The Christian church steeple
Dark hooden men hold hands outside
A dark vigil, prayers from sanatariums
Sway from drunken strength to pride
Like gladiators and lions in land aquariums
Church and State seperate, the same
Leaders never aligned to what is claimed
Pray to God for their public frame
But crawl away, with no remorse or shame