Do you know what he said?
Do you know what he did?
Does it even matter?
He's Death the Kid
Of course you know
The symmetry is clear
He will always know
And he will always fear
The angles are wrong
Things are unclear
Right and left are wrong
And at him they leer
The world is wrong for him
Because it's not perfect
So he balances the right
And balances the left
His beautiful guns
Almost perfectly the same
Almost perfect twins
But almost isn't enough
Can he handle a world
Without symmetry?
Can he live in a world
That's beautiful to you and me?
Twenty points to whoever knows who Death the Kid is.
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