Purple.

I follow the God of Purple
crush, grind, combine
minerals in the black tendrils
of my hair for I am a man of faith.

Walk down busy streets
to show the non-believers
how to properly serve
a higher power.

So proudly I tout myself
as a Holy Man speaking of
the day my God returns
and wipe the other Colors away.

I follow the code in front of me
but in the absence of my god
I have fallen victim to corruption
spewing words of heresy.

I committed the ultimate sacrilege.

As I watched the severed vessels
of my Holy Purple I realized my sin
I pray forgiveness, but my God seldom
shows mercy.