Standing up in Heaven,
A place of whirling blue
And pink stars, sepia boy
Angels with wings and black hair,
Where skinny St. Peter at the door
Charges five dollars for me to enter,
(All can enter saint/sinner),
And where God is a fat DJ
Playing an electric harp--
Standing in that place,
Daniel fresh from the lion's den--
Blood on his throat,
Touched my bony shoulder,
Whispered a prayer into
My earshell. I answered him.
and david goes hmmm i like the taste of this
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