Covered in ivory clouds that the wind steals,
Selling to drought at a criminal price,
Let nature nurture the heavens that Satan brings,
So that tears explode into salt water devices.
Isn't it so? Minority groups gain our empathy,
Privilege the black that serves the white,
Saying you can "observe the world without God's bias,"
In your multicoloured dress, less than alright.
There's the lovers in red and the haters in blue,
With a dream and a passion twisted the wrong way.
All the same, two cells, a heart and some eyes,
Diamond to coal, up and down; change pushes them away.
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