Holy ghost Where heavens bank On earth shorelines mothers Where tides rise and break By sun moon and stars and Children come forth As birthed ships Profits of immortalities I said children come forth As birthed ships Profits of immortalities Cells trillions Singing throughout millenniums Holding tones laws genes beams Waiting to astro-blast into Star life star like generations Generations germinating Genii and genies of Life light blood Living waters Captured and held By wells of human cells And held prisoner Of infinite talents Faiths wisdoms and prophets Oooh holy ghost mystery Spooks like a ghost! Yet organs cling to origin Play keys Fulfill wishes Breathed on banks And profits the prophet Of the holy ghost And profits the prophet Of the holy ghost And profits the prophet Of the holy ghost
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