Processed White Fool

Accidental occurrences are all premeditated in the past eternal,
Where our destiny’s task is to take the writings marked then illustrate them in a life chart or journal,
Those graphs depict a vacuum that we humans call a heart,
But it’s nothing but a dark segment representing cores feral inside the kernel,
And in that voids stark bodice is a knowledge genius but remarked at as if primitive and primeval,
And now as always the white pigment dictates the class,
A painted skin to stop the radiation of the racist blast,
Akin to liquid-paper covering inks starkness,
Till it’s saturated like a strangler fig’s fingers grasping at the bark in the darkness,
Internal mark grips at the soul, determined to smother,
Paint a heart coal to match the world’s last throws upon its infatuated foes of vermin other,
But that was only ceremonial in suffocated dermis like a shaman's sermon wishing for love and enlightenment,
He too paints his skin with white sap to appease the demons terms and atonement,
And recite gibberish and superficial drawl,
And all that is spat out to appease another processed white fool.

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