Equality Is God's Will.
Equality Is God's Will.
The spirits of all people on this planet
were meant to rise together as one
in a huge steeple of equality
always reaching in vast proportions
to the cathedral of God's heavens.
Each of us are a part of his temple,
many colored flesh bricks
who congregate in the sanctuary he granted us.
God is color blind,
he intended for us to be likewise.
Our souls are gifted to us as transparent,
gossamer, and they all shine the same
No colors divided them,
only human bigotry taints them.
We are infused at birth
with an eternal spirit,
crystal clear and flawless,
it can only remain that way with the
silky warmth of compassion bathing our souls.
Those who give in to hatred of others
stain their precious souls]
with the colors of their victims.
red, black, yellow, white and brown.
Many have turned the purity of their soul
into a kaliedascope of ugly swirls.
Only God's forgiveness and a renewal
of love for all mankind will remove
the stained glass that is not welcome
in his holy place above.
The black of hatred and despair,
the red of angst and war,
the greens of envy and lust,
the purples of illicit passion,
the yellows of being afraid
to take a stand against men's prejudice,
plus so many other colors
that can skew God's view into our souls,
till he no longer sees you.
Hell now has and will hold a vast menagerie
of hopelessly pigmented,
awaiting the endless remelting
in the kilns that will grant them at long last
a clarity they could not grasp on earth
as each one is blended together with
other black, white, yellow, and brown souls
becoming a part of what they abhorred
and condemned to share equality
with great suffering
in a sea of molten fire
that will burn everlasting.
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