All white everything..

Porcelain pristine…

All the kings horses and all the kings knights… Working feverishly to keep it all clean..

All white….

I’m white… You’re white…

We look clean but we’re so muddied…

You’re filthy inside and out… With the appearance of cleanliness…

And you don’t even bother to hide your wretched beginnings… Intuned with the licentious wanton that justifies your thug…

I’m white inside… We’re all hoping to be white… See the light… And one day have a mansion in the all white kingdom… With white horses.. And white castles…

And the gold will takes us there.. To a white utopia where color is banned and outlawed…

The breech of color is death…

So we put up our defenses… Constantly waging war against the corruptive… Infective.. Nature of color…

Pray to the white… Think like the white…move in the way of the white..

For the path is narrow…

Give your soul to the white… And it alone will save you…

They used all the kings forces to conquer the physical realm… Completely abandoning any trace of spirituality..

Putting all there energies into the establishment of the white..

As above so below…

Enacting an inverse approach… Smother the physical in aims of conquering the spirit…

But they aren’t conquering the indigo… Merely destroying it…

Smearing white on all that’s seen…

Even my voice echoes white.. Spewing reconciliation with every tone I utter…

Reinforcing the white…

With every word I write…

I beg the day that the white no longer pervades… And the rainbow reawakens… But for now.. I must yield to the white…

And lead a quiet colorful rebellion…