Prey At Your Altar

A worthy sacrifice at your altar?
My blood spilled for your pleasure.
A willing gesture to those who look upon us from high.
Miracles are not mine to give.
I pray at your feet and become the prey.
The lamb to the slaughter.
If you could view this scene from on high, you would expect better from mere mortals,
And yet you deliver this punishment with no conscience.

May those who follow me understand you better.
For I was once a priest in your sick religion,
Now cast aside,
My only crime was to have faith.
Obviously misplaced.