L. A. Salami No Hallelujahs Now
Some lame condition impedes his vision in the rain and his indecision is betrayed. Some holy scriptures make up the pictures of his pains, in a frenzied fiction inbetween the frame; clothes black as snake eyes same apparel all the time, half lidded stoic stone wall in his mind; He claims that he don t pray but he ll always bow. The priests would have him saved but they don t know how. And the saints sing it loud: No hallelujahs now He s scared of the daylight, he wasn t gifted with a skin thick enough to accommodate his sin, but he always crawls back into her open arms whenever she calls out to him. Coarse palms and grazed knees, burnt back, he s withdrawn so easily Scorched pride, disenchanted pine of his father s seed; He claims that he don t pray but he ll always bow; The priests would have him saved but they don t know how. And the saints sing it loud: No hallelujahs now His mother is silent to him all jail and no trial, and the entrails of his grief all entail the details of this hell,
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