Peek A Boo I see you tryna be Trite

Casual as though its a Triumph to Be

Normalcy is bane to comply with It

The Killer in me is the Killer in Blight

Theres 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 ist 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.