If it is warring
We war with words
When it is sword fighting
The pen will bleed ink reed feels freed from prisons
Trapped like birds in cages but won’t stop
GOD ‘s not dead
And is love
Fixed Satan with the blood he wa’n’t spillin’.
Sat on Mount Olympus
– Hades flew up to the sky –
Chillin’ with his brothers, never have to say goodbye but the fry
Filling up the void:
You know it’s love when angels cry
Sky is on the rise
Forever more we’s on the flies.
Lax to chill the Winter finger friggin’ up the fly
Fing her fig n hump the fryeye
We says goodbye.