Innocent Dream Catcher

Kill me once, shame on you.
Kill me twice, shame on me.
Kill me a third time, I will not return the favor.
It's not because I'm tolerant of that behavior,
It's because I'm a dream chaser, and I don't want to waste my dreams on you.
I won't let my dreams be eaten because of a trivial moral dilemma:
Are white hands stained red, or are red hands stained white?
Are hands painted white then dull to red or painted red and chip to white?
A child inherently beats up that girly boy and picks up the white Barbie Doll,
A broken man can die then become the next Messiah (mah-see-ya), not Messiah, Messiah (mah-see-ya).
The oppressed will become the next Overseer,
The oppressor became the liberator!

I can never really tell, I'm color blind in one eye, and schizophrenic in the other.
But that's why it's a dilemma,
And I don't want to find out because I might just get found out,
Because there is a black man in the white house!
But, Where is the yellow man?
Where is the strangely happy man?
Where is the faithless man?
Where is stoner?
Where is the mother?
Where is rebellious teenager?
Where is the toddler
The entire family is missing expect for that rich grandfather who forgot about you in his will,
And that uncle that your not sure if he really is your uncle
because he's from Tao Cetti V!

Humanity is a cancer, oppressing itself and eating the world just to survive, Like all cancers it must be purged with the holy glow of the atom!
To that I cleverly say 'There's a blackman in the White House! We are changing for the better, no need to purge, I assure you. Oh? Of course there will be a Asian president, we're not racist. Oh? The others are a little too radical for us. What do you mean oppression? We're all equal, that's why there is a constitution."

Truth is not constriction, but constriction is truth,
That's why the devil is god and god banished the devil,
I, a dream catcher, a dream eater, a dream chaser, don't dream.
I, an innocent, peace loving, whole hearted being, tortures his victims before selling their souls for two dollars and twenty five cents so He can ride the bus in the rain during the weekend.
That's why a suicidal teen does not want to die, not because they are a pussy, because they are the truth.