His Hallelujah

 

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Oh the pain of remembering who I was back twenty years ago as wealth and fame I commanded respect for having plenty of followers who sang my

Hallelujah

An architect of nature with platitudes of greatness never thinking for a second of my future going backwards from my status of arrogance and grandeur I sang my

Hallelujah

A spoiled child given whatever he wanted no adjustments made by parents who were never really there to give him time just digging deep into their wealthy snobbish pockets to lavish me with more praise and

Hallelujah

Fancy cars and clothes divine  designed by gay lovers who came to flirt with  mother always bringing lilies to adorn her translucent persona  sly they were to attach themselves like Velcro on silk to father’s  gold n

Hallelujah

Leeches hanging sucking blood before the match was struck and salt thrown on their tepid bodies adored for being who they were full of gayety  possessed by greed and lust they chirp like doves their

Hallelujah

I took my snow  day and night with razor blade and light to keep the line so straight sniffing up with straws to nostrils bleeding for a hit of mind numbing fantasy for lost I was that spoiled wealthy child  living like a King I sang my

Hallelujah

My mind destroyed and young teen years gone and spent on doing what I pleased to do with out any repent now a man lost and without hope disowned by warped parents who cared less for a man who calls out in pain they wash their hands like a Judas singing his last

Hallelujah

He washed his hands the blood from whom he placed on wood crying he is not ours with no ownership a cast out into the world to live a life of doom this man of wealth and fame Christmas on the streets with tattered clothes and empty gut and warmth of kindness from the past yet now he mourns give me death so deserving for not knowing who I am a child a teen a man of worth and fame and acclaim no longer can sing his

Hallelujah

Slowly pushing the Wal-Mart cart so blue across the lot with what he knew now a life of baggage and rubble saved to cover his aching body of abuse and cardboard walls and candles to light to try to keep his hands from freezing in the snow he prays for death  be swift and cries for

Hallelujah

A scavenged lost soul he is and architect of his own design the powder did him in and cast him to the streets like many who were somebody maybe like me and you just a simple minded child who wanted love not grandeur and riches and doting parents caring not to give him time of day just lavish and keep him silent till he passed from sight so they could  sip there champagne and fancy liqueurs with fashion queens and lounge lizards who wanted nothing more but to dig deep into their pockets for gold and sing their praise

Hallelujah

The mission bells ring for all those wanting to be fed and warmed of spirits and caroling from within to feed their wasted souls and give them warmth before they face the streets of bitter winds and man who want to take what little they posses and kick them even further into hell crying a bitter

Hallelujah

Calloused hands and fingers bent this man once of wealth and fame walks the street of Mainly broken dreams and hearts trying to survive another Christmas with nothing but what he has on his faceless name not remembering who he is he dreams of bonbons and sweets from his past and then like a lighting flash his nostrils remind him of bitterness for taking the snow of destruction when he was an architect of his own

Hallelujah

All saints sing Hallelujah as he silently watches from a distance wandering in the night and waiting for the sting of death to take him to his maker with delight he opens his heart and silently mumbles to himself Hallelujah to the Christ who calms his soul on this dark cold windy night.

Leonard sings his poets lament while in the streets the homeless lonely cry out this cold windy dark Christmas Eve

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah and peace on earth Amen.

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