Though an atheist

Though an atheist.. please oh lord brace and fix me with monetary salvation After umpteen times being swindled reducing me to abject poverty psyche of mine broke into a bajillion little pieces much like Humpty Dumpty grim outlook spells forlorn and foregone conclusion, thus I beseech all knowing omniscient creator to rescue me from the pitfalls of eternal damnation, where pendulum wildly swings in one direction of doom sabotaging sanity and solvency wreaking havoc analogous to kamikaze missionaries intent on suicide missions blasting dystopian fiery hellhole loosing tenuous grip upon ramparts of mental stability maligning foolhardy behavior guaranteeing surefire wreckage abominable demons hellbent to annihilate with brutal devastation cents and sensibility blitzkrieg makes mincemeat feast for grim reaper cue apropos soundtrack where grateful dead cavort with calamity, jollity and rapacity of a Robinhood run amuck robbing the poor to enrich the gluttonous plutocrats impossible mission to seize the day when nary a handy dandy blue's clue extant resigning yours truly to live in a bleak house imprisoning prodigal son witnessing him spinning out the days of his life as the world turns reviling himself while flagellating suppressing anguished cries of tortured soul accepting deserved punishment sentenced to penile solitude where cri de coeur falls on deaf ears after he repeatedly though unwittingly committed fraud against himself depleting meager monetary resources leaving bone dry balance whereby corpse dangles lifelessly come take a swing at body electric left to hang for all posterity as grim example against being blindly inquisitive indiscriminately clicking arbitrary tabs on cellphone and adversely exploiting deliverance from the poor house abandoned by the wife for countless transgressions less so of amorous infidelity (although that too a factor in meted out comeuppance) alone in an emotional wilderness he whiles away pitiful existence growing old and feeble minded housed within unit b44 not longer grooving to bliss merely marking time upon grime encrusted floor a multipurpose space doubling up as sleeping quarters and evacuation of bodily waste no longer caring about keeping up appearances cause nobody cares to visit once upon a time fool on the hill long forgotten from messengers of hope thus consigned to an anonymous death subsequently cremated with ashes scattered to the four winds.