Hallelujah Read Count : 8

Category : Poems

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Our life seems to be controlled by the dead woman

snoring within the sniff of blood

Dead roses

white linen

Your being still

cotton stuffing

to look steady

Dead woman you're a myth

But Hallelujah

Hallelujah be to the One we

we chip off

we chip until his short

and we taste

and we sip

and we sip

So much that there's nothing left oh Him

Glory be to Him

who's arms are wide open

whose chest is waterproof enough for our bitter tears

Whose ears are open enough

to hear us even if

our prayers echoes in the apex of our hearts

Glory be to Him who sees us 

even when we are


Glory be to God

Who stands right at the end of our road

Welcoming us after rejecting Him

countless times


  • Jan 30, 2019

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