It is a black mark on a beautiful painting

It is a black mark on that which would be perfect

It is a desire for perfection

It is a desire for perfect beauty

I am not perfect beauty?

She is not perfect beauty?

The world is not perfect beauty?

The painting is not perfect beauty

The song is not perfect beauty 

Is Anything perfect beauty

Is the mountain perfect beauty 

No the mountain is not perfect beauty 

There are blemishes on the mountain

Who told me it must be perfect

Someone other than God

Not perfect is bad

Not perfect is ugly

Not perfect is not right

Not perfect is black on white

Mud on canvas

Dirt on the colours of the Rainbow 

Hair or spots on pure skin

But the rainbow was made from the sun and the rain

From the black on white

From the spots on pure skin

And so was all of creation

Something tried to take the black spots 

and say it is wrong

That which calls the black wrong is wrong

That which calls the black wrong is black

Pure black right

A spot the hairs

If we were closer to the clouds we would find they are spotty

Pure black spot comes from God

The denial of it does not

They are trying to reach a state of perfection

With the monuments and the genocide

They are trying to take the rain from the bow

It will never work

The monument is built

And the people are dead

The rainbow is still a rainbow

Of course they are Evil fools who don’t like black spots 

They are a Black Spot

They can never eradicate themselves through genocide

Through adornment 

They cannot take the rain from their bow

The dead people know

They know they are crazy

They know they are sick

They are wrong 

They will Fight it

Because God is a rainbow

They will fight before they die and they will Fight when they are Dead

Because God is a Rainbow