Match Made In Heaven #1: Is It Genocide?

The bed of truth I sleep on,

The sleep I take for a better tomorrow,

The sleep that brings me dreams of realities,

The perfected realities with no difference on each sides,

The sides that hold hands with no second guessing,

Singing the songs of justice and freedom,

The songs that separates guns and roses,

The songs that are painting crystal clear pictures,

The pictures painted with no different colours,

The colours painted by the same brush,

Which is owned by the same painter,

Who mixed these colours a billion years ago.

I wanna wake up from my sleep,

And see this lesson learned,

Smile on each face of the injustice,

For the Painter of The Whole Picture,

Will erase it all from their hearts and souls.

With no questions to why the other colours,

In that painting,

Decided to run from the others,

And form a so called Super Special Painting,

With no questions to why they chose to go separate

ways.

But with concern to when they’re going to rejoin

The same painting where the other colours are.

Change is not forbidden,

Ways of the system are not forbidden,

But are they positive?

What do they cause? Death!!

Martin had a dream,

Am I dreaming the same thing?

Do we know what’s the meaning of his dream?

If yes, then these separations of colours wouldn’t be alive.

Because deep down,

The painter valued all the colours to make his painting portray a better picture.