Oh, son of Death
With your gorgeous stripe'ed hair
Gleaming in the moonlight
To guns upon your hands
That sparkle like your eyes
Which are the color of pumpkin juice
You kiss is like twilight
A beacon of light in the night
That is my eternal darkness
Symmetry, oh gracious symmetry
You are a jewel in this world of hate
You complete my soul in symmetrical harmony
Oh you are as beautiful as the number eight
Lacking any trace of physical deformity
Oh, son of Death
Even though your hair is asymmetrical,
You are still like a work of art of the finest quality
I long to make my soul a kishin egg,
So you can take me away forever
Written by: Sandra Grace Kunze Sarkisian, Shanice Dixon, and Diana Faulkner