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Pefect Christian
Color sits on a window,
Glancing at the dog.
As it reads it's suday paper
and sips its morning tea.
The water turns red,
the sky coal black,
but still the dog sits
on its furry little mat.
The rapture has come!
The dog lies in hell.
Crying as the fire
tortures his tail.
Color however
now lives with god.
News paper in hand
who would have thought!
