Prototypes

Nowhere on land to be me- Being the prototype of mankind is hard. Maybe I'll return to the sea. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, is her job, some eggs she lay are brown, some she lays are white. Yet, the same on the inside Because like me she's the prototype, I did my job, created you all Red n Yellow Black and White, Same on the inside are you all... I was created in the image of him who has made all the world, Yet, man is the only ones - Whom over color wants to fight!... News flash, you all came from one seed. if I cut you open its red blood that you'll bleed - Your liver, heart, and Kidneys all look the same, just as a Chicks a chicken, a baby will become a man. Some earthlings are not as good, and some are not as smart... but each inside of all of them is a beating heart. Some men are small - Some humans tall, some are plump while others; Have not much meat at all. If God had wanted carbon copies he would have made you all the same- He did not make you different to cuss, kill, and maim, he only made you different so that each could represent his fame: Each a different piece of his artwork to glorify his name. The ultimate Painter, the fishers of men, the big creator... the maker of man, the infinite mind, the all-seeing eye. The great I Am, the creator of all men. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, I am the prototype, some she lay is brown some are white. Yet, the same on the inside. Unless you've been rejected a conscious spirit or soul, and you hurt my children. My creations are you still, but there are consequences for your actions. What do you think I made assortments for? So, with turned up noses the only claim to your fame is "you are white"... So, if you decide you only want girls, or you only want boys, you only want red, because you don't like yellow, remember you don't get to have a choice in what's been decided. So, stop killing out of ignorance, or because of skin... ridiculous when you know damn well ... we are all the same within. Again, like the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs is her job, some eggs she lay are brown, some eggs she lay are white. Yet, all the eggs she lay are all the same on the inside. So simple, nothing to figure out, stop killing for color, that's not what life's about.