They say above sky, there is god
I only see them and costumes
Maybe it’s my individual thought
But sometime, there’s obviously the devil
They say speaking white, a kindhearted
I check what they bring here
A stainless heart doesn’t seem to come with
Is it dropped? Is it stolen?
They say my love is a sin
Their racist and hatred turn golden color
Mine’s wrong by design, theirs’ what it has always been
Perhaps they don’t know. That’s just an instinct
And rainbow is still shining whether they refuse to pin
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