White,
Responsible spirals of righteousness,
Becoming blemished so easily,
As if every speck not radiant,
Is in total contrast,
To these pages of revealing.
It hurts the eyes,
Of humanity that take,
A chance to stare into,
Its face of perfection,
Fluorescence indiscretion.
Lays it all on the,
Table in plain view,
Not a crack to hide.
Symbol of the Almighty,
Standing through the weather,
Of humanity as we,
Continue to encircle this,
Colors opposite.
Flushing out what I,
Hold dear because on this,
It’s all revealed to be,
Brushed away.
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