If its white say goodnight

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I'm the imposter
But they don't know
They all think it's red
He's stealing the show

Sure red is evil
He's sabotaging tasks
But I'm the imposter
Hiding with masks

Purple is dead
And orange is too
They ejected cyan
And are sus of blue

But my colours white
Innocent and pure
They're the disease
And I am the cure

I'll hide in the vents
And start stalking pink
Then I'll vent to the bathrooms
And kill near the sink

Now all that is left
Is to frame green
Make him suspicious
By making me clean

And now there is blue
Along with sweet yellow
I just need to choose
The unlucky fellow

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