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 in-between 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Burnt back, he’s withdrawn so easily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

But he comes by all the time in denial he denies it all

But confession ain’t his style

Unless he’s high then it’s vile

Then he’ll talk for a while, giving all his thoughts away

Then there’ll be no reason for him to stay

But I listen to him ‘cause we know each other well

In a brief and jaded kind of way

I show him concern

But he yearns for her so

His mind burns

And the angels know that he’ll return to her

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!