your ride's here in poetry
- July 13, 2014, 7:19 a.m.
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the holy ghost is breathing
the son's gone underground
the father's quite dismayed
at the way it all went down
the church became a shopping mall
there's adverts on the steeple
open up your fingers now
and catch the falling people
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