The Idea Factory

I took a quick trip to the idea factory
where colours are conceived and music is made
The Creator sat on the throne
His heart and mind ablaze
A spark leaped from His person
and cracked across my mind
before a thought could understand
my inner eyes were opened, He ripped away the blinds
and with fervour born of loving thanks
I began to write these lines...

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