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Save Me At St. Paul’s Church We gathered Praying Oh, god save us Oh, mother protect us.
East Ham, smells of curry Faces from the Khans Rajas and dust of the desert Noises of the last white Over the corner of the street Faces strike me Brown, black White, pale Bring me to you Oh saver And the last supper is approaching And we’re gathered Our bibles: Small pocket books, Yellow red coverings, tiny prints And the joy of the upcoming Glimpse of tomorrow
My words are shattered My thoughts flattened Be with me, be with us
Still inside the church A mosque across the road Still lost under the ground’s maze Give me strength, Oh, one Crosses, crescents, Bulls, stars World melting in hate outside In the name of the son, the name of the one The people, the homeland, or leader Landing on my feet Water under Mountains before me Chants of the gospels rising Here we are finishing Getting out of the church Hoping to stand In a one spring day Praying, or fearing Luck Lifting ourselves To hit fourteen stones, holes Doors, Calls for everything to end Save me Save us Pull us away From the ghosts inside And let me return to the desert A Light breezy sand
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