Please don't let your creativity wane
Driven by collapsing self-belief
Confused by camouflaged truth
Impeded by lack of access to real experience
Swallowed up by sensory overload
Stimulate your feedback by what happens to you
There's a deity that accomplishes the opposite of what deities historically have accomplished
Your wish for the freedom to create facilitated with ease
The epicentre of putting thoughts together is at your fingertips
It can only be expressed as quickly as your fingers can type
Potential threats to our knowledge of being spread quickly
They never let up on technical expertise that is lacking
So you think through prayer
A hut is as good as a mansion
Two sticks rubbed together as good as a flamethrower
And therefore it's only reasonable for computers to be made supernatural
Maximum god takes logistical difficulties on the chin
Rides out the present day with even more useless advancements
Phones that can surf the Internet - Who cares?
Better to tie inspiration to dreams that sail on their ability to release expression
And the joyous worship of typewriter almighty
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