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{i hear words i never heard in the bible}
you are a church and i am a heathen. i click like robots and my eyes turn steel-grey and i run and i starve till i fit into drums and the beat goes on. i say lord, you say dear that note is wrong. i click again. i know the future, i am buttons and whirs and wheels going backwards. you lay your organs out like a donor and say 'here' and i am sick in bed. i need you in the other direction. whichever way the wind does not blow. i need you weapon in hand, crusader. my body is your jerusalem. oh, holy holy. this morning when i woke my eyes were the colour of sin. tomorrow i just click again.