Technicolor gods make vicious footsteps
in red, blue, and green.
Lowly mortals wrapped in white reps
watch on the television screen.
Their eyes obsessed with diodes
colors to project on the white.
Mortals blinded to true cathodes
hidden underneath the light.
Undying captains of industry
march their idols to the skies.
Shit is piling upward toward infinity
for humans to buzz around like flies.
Either live forever in terrible color,
or die in the dullness of greyscale.
Frightening purgatory for one another,
exists on the tip of the devil’s tail.