Henry, Who Are You?

This is based off of a passage from the Bible. Mark 5:9-13
Oh, Henry! Oh Henry!
What a loss you are.
Think not of puppies and butterflies in the sky.
But, of blood dripping off fingers.
Corpses! -
More!

Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry!
What a bore you are.
You sit in the grass and watch the sun go away.
Think of bad things.
Bitter tastes on your tongue.
Animals, still alive. Glossy eyes - baring gut.

Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry!
How dreadful you’ve become!
You pray for the poor,
Help with the weak,
And think - 'it's not the slightest bore.'    
Think of end time.
The earth in flames.
With us, you’d be the living blame.

Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry!
Hath God Giveth you brains?!
You weap when you're sad,
Laugh when you're happy,
But never kill when you are mad!
Be like us!
Kill what’s in sight!
Let your heart be hardened by living sight.

Oh, Henry! Oh, Henry!
Help us! Can you?
They’ve taken our bodies!
We’re no more living in the dead.

Colour Me

Colour me purple
Drown like the sea

Colour me blue
I see fish like you

Colour me red
My blood’s flowing heavily

Colour me gray
My face. . . you see

Colour me green
The forest and waves

Colour me pink
That colour that just won’t stay

Colour me brown
I’ll stay in the mud

Colour me yellow
A Sunday cream pillow

Colour me black
I’ll curse you to the end

Colour me orange
I’ll brighten your day

Colour me all colours
I’ll be your rainbow

Just colour me
I’ll be there everyday.