The colorblind

See true

There are parks

places

But named

Much too late

God’s creation

His design

Was meant for DNA

To form a cohesive spine

inserted needles

Were doomed to rust

Overcome by bones of trust

Seeking demise

Overcome by your surgery

To be ridst of thee

Colored souls

Oh boy, were you bold

Now bend down

You must admit

Your lust to thrust

Pestilence moves most

Through bypassing the rules,

you wished to have ghost

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