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i stood in line waiting

to recieve my communion from the rusted token booth

the line was long

i stood listening to my

personal preacher

running on double A's-

choir sold seperately

made eye contact with a stranger

no words passed-

not in the subway car of god

the fire and brimstone lined the tracks

where the mice used to run

but at last we could see what we feared-

finally.

like mysterious words

quoted from the Bible-

everything seemed out of context;

at least with damnation you got a ride,

instead of being fettered to the yellow line.