Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Innocence and Evil


Peek A Boo I see you  tryna be Trite

Casual as though it’s a Triumph to Be

Normalcy is bane to comply with It

The Killer in me is the Killer in Blight

There’s nothing left for Vultures and they Beg

Not an Ounce of their Mischief I am Game

But speak to me now, why is Meaness Cruel?

Why is’t it Beautiful not even That?

When Beauty dies a Lackety Lacks

Arrives at the Scenes of Arrested Truths

And sprays into the eyes a Chemical

It burns into memories profoundly

Scorches the innocence of the young Lambs

With the vengeance of an Eviller Strength.

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