Revolt of the Black Sheep

In a sea of white lives one stone of black. I'm not like the others,by color or my acts. Many seem to run and others seem to crawl. But I prefer to walk until I fall. My heart is slowly churning inside a white abyss. Why do all the other sheep become amalgamated like this? Slaves to such conformity from the shepherd's hand. I resist,I refuse to become meat as he plans! Do you know what's at the end of this rabbit hole? You're all cotton and I am cole. You will never see the truth like me. I'm not blind to what you can see. For every fence I come across,I'll kick it down. I'll make myself lost in you all,wherever I'm found. If out of options,I'll run through the slaughter house. And while I'm there I'll conspire with the cows. I know the risks aren't as thin as glass. Though I won't stop running until I scream ''I'm free at last!'' Outnumbered by the beast and man. I must do what I can. Run my legs to the ground from every bloody hound. For I know if I run,they'll track me down. They send me running past the trees. Through my wool I feel the rushing breeze. Now all will know that I dug myself out of the rabbit's hole. Free falling to my goal. With my cunning unfurled,I'll see the world. I am the night sky. Watching the clouds take flight. They shall take their place in heaven. Many more than seven. I'll hear their cries. While from the forest,I watch the sun rise. As the truth is revealed to their eyes.