Palm Psalm

Around 20 seconds have passed
 Hands running under water
 Rough to the touch
 Scrubbing it out
 I just wanna know
 How much time I have to spend
 Before we're back to some sort of normal?
 The last time I took something from a stranger
 I thought it was a note
 But it was a pamphlet, it was a prophet
 Some of us know
 Now the streets are wider than ever
 There's no spirituality
 No gatherings
 I still sing
 Purity Purell
 Praying my dry palms together
 Squeeze the goo, rub it out
 Whiffs of sterile alcohol
 Oh, Lord, hear my
 Hygienic prayers
 Grant me the help
 Make me cleaner than I am
 Jesus, I
 I really need a buddy like you
 Someone who'll never let me down
 Someone I can talk to
 If I just stick to the routine
 Will you sanitize this being?
 Wanna be well, wanna be clean
 Jesus, I am vanishing
 There's no insurance from the wrath of God
 But I put my hands together
 Scrub it out
 And oh, Lord
 Jesus, I
 I really need a buddy like you
 Someone who will never let me down
 Someone I can talk to
 I won't get to know
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