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.



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