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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Yellow is the color of the sun, is it not? It’s the same color as the Asian valet corporate fella, holding a Salvation Army red pot Collecting inflated IPO fees at an illegal dot.com parking lot Always yielding to temptation, is the armored car hijack dream plot slot caught Never stopping to consider the cost: a sinner auction sold always get Balaam bought Red is the color of a dying sun, is it not? It’s the same color as the Native citizen doorman woman, holding her white glove hand out Opening the revolving, business portal A black hole: Luciferian backroom deal that lets those greedy green eyes in, to the secret society place of crimson reservation rot Where their sinking scarlet souls fading light goes out Cast into an abyss graveyard, where the skeletal sound of the rattling chains won’t stop The Resurrection comet tarry tale of shed blood on a cross ... no, it didn’t interest some, not too much Only the cash register ringing, jingling silver sales were the tolling death bells’ velvet touch that those condor souls wanted to hear and feel — Taste of the dead presidents, were the paper idols they believed made them live So go golden tear dab their used paintbrush ‘Cause they won’t cancer canvas stop cutting corners on their no-yield, killing field cash crops Selling people triple X pain for six bucks a pop Green is the color of a living planet, is it not? It’s the same color as global gangrene illness — the yellow sickness From ancient Far East to New World West, the trafficking of souls have always been, since antiquity, very profitable Poison ivy green is an illusory vine that’s always seen as being eternally overflowing Everlasting prospering Monopoly Boardwalk disorderlies careening around Go, got their oily hands out, wanting mo’ ... so much more Wearing their pretty purple princess robe, and blood diamond bling in their ear lobes Don’t be the next emerald color lusting whore ... doing an arterial splatter stick-up flow, at an ATM gas-n-go robber red angel wings in the snow Evil desires so many don’t wanna stop; as the timer reaches near zero tick-tock, on the last nuclear call Doomsday clock But the ultra-violet rays of a healing Son will cause a violence withering — melting of the guns ... dissolving every bomb run, will it not? Fervent heat from the Son will turn the charred whited bones to black, Ashes to ashes will be the white dwarf conclusion And every eye will see lightning, and hear thundering ... As the Sun of Man on white clouds descend, from a blue sky turned pale gray Then the oven browning of all hope will be a desolate, bittersweet cry as every chocolate mint green thing die At apocalypse end ... lying false profits will be the windfall inheritance the wicked no longer got And black is the void color ... the absence of Son, is it not? Dark shade of a bottomless pit — A closed Book of Life, wherein names have been blot If this isn’t the end of your story, then fear not Each awakening day, the bright Morning Star comes out ... Another chance for a rebirth, is it not?
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