Love Birds

Love Birds

Paths are just lubricants, accelerants
To the True Almighty
Blazing with fire
With the kindness of our destiny

Common sense is prone to tell us
Common sense ain’t so common
It’s irresponsible to be sensible
But not very creative
Here’s a little tip
For Mr. Near Impossibly Inflated
It’s a ridiculously long ride
And I might come to change my mind
But drive sober

He just kinda laughed and said
The Holy Spirit
Is the seed of creativity
Without it’s blessing
They’d be no song to sing
I’ve shed this blood
Soaked within
Your diamond ringing everything
I speak the truth
Not to mention
The palace
That exists within
Where all the love birds sing

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