Poetry

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SPIRIT FILLED ROCKET

IN JUST A BRIEF MOMENT
THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE
I'LL BECOME ALL SPIRIT
AND THIS FLESH WILL DIE

I'LL RISE LIKE A ROCKET
FOR MY MANSION OF GOLD
THERE WONT BE A CHANCE
THAT THIS GRAVITY WILL HOLD

JUST A TOOT FROM GABRIEL
THEN COLOR ME GONE
JUST A SPIRIT FILLED ROCKET
THAT NASA HAS NEVER FLOWN

I'LL FLY PAST THE SHUTTLE
OR MARS AND THE ROVER
AND THATS HOW I'LL LEAVE
WHEN JESUS SAYS ITS OVER

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