Rainbow Colors

Rainbow colors, everywhere Confederate flags, few Whatever causes people to stare Is what our generation will do What is my opinion, you ask The concept is unreal I have trouble to grasp It is most definitely a sin Not opinion, yet fact Not patience running thin Or involve class or tact Hell, do what you want Not mine, but God's creation My dreams you won't haunt It's your own damnation But don't use the good book When you get married Or swear to God By the offense you've carried No fingers pointed Not holding a grudge I wasn't anointed Or covered in blood I make my own mistakes Beneath the table Caused my own heartaches Who am I to label But do I agree With making sin official I do not, you see I will not initial You won't catch me, Attending gay pride I won't be a face in the bunch This roller coaster is a dangerous ride The Devil is seeking his lunch