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Colors

 A dichotomy as clear as crystals.

I could distinguish between all their colours 

Wielding my sword i execute.

All the colours that fades others.

Engulfing others into themselves.

They create nuisance.

Every color been fearful.

Just by looking at their stance.

Me being an executioner.

Tries to fade them all.

With all my just righteousness.

Fading them into my color.

But by been so merciless.

I found myself just like everybody  else.

whom I frowned upon.

Our distinctions starts to fade.

Eventually becoming the same colour that everybody hates.


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