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Chameleon

Sky, are you blue, is that true?
Depends, says my good old friend
If you are angry and I agree
I could be red with many dead
Don’t be so mad, making me sad
what happens next
I could be pink, in shame I sink
errors of judgement, I blush and blink
Violet the new colour, becomes this blue
Confused without clue
When you are not around
Nowhere to be found
Unable to hear your sound
I get grey, my clouds in tears
Sapiens destroy sister earth
Scared for her, million fears
I am white, the bright knight
cleaning smog, jealousy, spite
I am dark and black, come soon
Light me up, make me laugh
my funny cousin moon
When the king sun arrives
as court jester in space
I spray colours filling my face
to keep him amused, I hope he stays
That’s the story I could tell today
plenty more still, come another day
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Response

There is free will
You may not feel
Through poverty and pain
Evil occupying your brain
Heart breaks making you insane
You think I ordain
All this for my pleasure
the suffering you see
Was not meant to be
Humanity had, has,
will have a choice
To rejoice, to enjoy fruits
Of nature, sun and sea
Why blame on me
Go after pursuits
Go after their goals
Not like this, not at all like this
One digging another’s grave
When a child need to saved
from brutality, inequality
No one comes forward,
No one saves,
Millions get killed for
wishes of one insanely mad
How sad,
DO YOU UNDERSTAND, HOW SAD
that makes me, breaks me
Yes your lord feel broken
for sins of my creation
I think about annihilation
All the time, just smiles save you
children playing for a while, save you
borrowed time all you got
there are battles, you should have fought
Stead, ran away the whole lot
Free will is not for thee
You serve evil as you please
and foolishly hope
there be no consequences
Why? Answer me why?
heaven and hell is afterwards
first see the wrath
because of your actions
family, connections, factions
Humanity split in small sections
Working for each other’s destruction
May be I should do this
end this game,
then who would be to blame,
I, norm restored
fault bestowed

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Speck

King in my own right
World moves around me
I, I, me, me
Nothing else I see
No one else I want to be
My planes, my ships
My palaces, my trips
I, I, me, me
Nothing else I see
One night in my dream
A gale pulled me
Took me to the sky
Showed me the light
And how tiny, insignificant
My kingdom appears to be
Ships were specks
In vastness of the sea
Myself just nothing
Nothing at all to be
Then I was left alone
Falling from the sky
Pondering on the way too steep
I, I, me, me
Nothing is what I am
Nothing is what I be

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