Thursday, December 28
technicolourity of sin
envy is the green-eyed monster in me,
that covets the grass on the other side
red is the rage of the pit bull,
changing and writhing with boiling anger
blue is the color of the sluggard within
trickle the lazy trails of water that never rise up
pride sits on a throne above in cold contemplation
purple marks the seat of its royal throne
the hues of lust are yellow
the color that paint debauchery, depravity, and libertine dreams
orange is the shade that gold is emblazoned with
for which desire runs abound, unchecked.
brown are the rivers of the decadence
that churn together all of sin in its technicolority.
Colors mix and overlap into a black mess
with all of sin lying at the bottom of the chalice, the dark abyss of death
only light can penetrate and wash clean the colours of degeneracy
fade putrid colours into white
0. oOo
