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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