Colourful

A Priest of Justice is standing. I am sitting. He looks down on me, and fatherly smiles. I smile back at him, letting him believe that we are not equal. He blindly preaches about a continous Truth. He places his hand on my head, as if I were a child or a barn animal. I smile and nod. And nod and smile. And smile and nod. He keeps on preaching. But soon his ranting will stop. Fore he does not seem to notice the beasts that are tearing his body from limb to limb and eating him slowly. He sees the world in black and white when in fact it's oh so colourful.