The You In White

When their virtue in the blue waters was guessed in white, The night angel came to them with all his might, They were described holy as the Gita, In their dreams running as the og’ cheetah. Who was listening to their sermon? Mine and your soul’s light, On the day of inception, when God addressed in white. Each tile is blood-stained in the emperor's court of justice’s sight, These are all the cuts of the swords which were stressed in white, Counting on your sins and those good deeds in our sight, Forgiving those immoral acts to count on the you in white. The light in it shows you’re not bad as in insight, Letting go of the dark and knowing the light is the best idea in spite. Promise the shady you to be pure as light, Finding the heaven’s judgment to be clean white, Making the guilt to the dark site, Rise and shine to get the pure bite. And this is the end of your very own case, Where for you all the light wins and the dark chase.