Thousand Colors

The grey man came

To see this baby of a thousand colors.

Afraid, you became

For you this was just horror !

“You will be my pure beloved child

Only if you change from wild to mild.”

And, Dear Great Father, I obeyed you

Tearing off my colourful skin with my nails and teeth

Even the sight of my suffering in front of you

Never seemed enough to see beneath

My skin red of desires,

My juicy sweet tasty orange skin,

My goldy luminous skin in the sun,

My soft olive skin,

My blue skin when it is cold,

My skin indigo coloured under the moon,

My purple skin after your distant embrace,

But, King of Clay, I read your Holy Book

And it was a lightning in my chess lonely rook

Because I saw in a Revelation

Of the God before whom you bow :

His throne made of rainbow 🌈

This vision saved the colors of my emotions :

Red of passion

Orange of creativity

Yellow of confidence

Green of compassion

Blue of communication

Indigo of intuition

Purple of spirituality

All of that was my gateway

And now let me tell you, Man of Clay,

Grey Father of steel,

Who offers a love that he cannot feel

With his heart of granite

I found my exit

I belong to the Universe

But there is still a lot to deliver from your curse.

So from today I will never ever cut again my emotions with your culty religion.

I will shine my thousand colors to set my people free from your indoctrination.

I’m pure !

I’m Krystal !

I’m Rainbow !

I’m proud of me !