The Fourth Colour

I believe the hyperbole I see the fourth colour Rising up out of my body I am omnipresent for thee Many fingers, many minds and Many eyeballs puppet my feet I walk the streets holy I am born again I see the light It's in my face My brain is storing information Now I am a god in a photon I see through walls I see your heat I can see your terror With sight you can see the future I believe the hyperbole I see the fourth colour I can see, tetrachromacy I see the fourth colour Rising up out of my body I am omnipresent for thee Many fingers, many minds and Many eyeballs puppet my feet I walk the streets holy supreme And see all that has been All that will be Third eye is free I am not body Tetrachromacy Rising up out of my body I am omnipresent for thee Many fingers, many minds and Many eyeballs puppet my feet I walk the streets holy supreme And has seen all that has been all that will be Third eye is free I am no body Tetrachromacy Rising up out of my body I am omnipresent for thee Many fingers, many minds and Many eyeballs puppet my feet I walk the streets I believe the hyperbole I see the fourth colour I am born again I see the light It's in my face I am analyzing information Now I am a god Hello

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025