A poem that can be seen as either a Duo or Eiri retrospective. Enjoy.

Born Bad

When you're born bad

What else is there to do but touch the darkness with curious fingertips?

When you're born bad

Reach toward the evil

And embrace it

Born bad

Turning all to black

And rotting fruit in your stare

Born bad

Making babies and lovers cry

Born bad

Running towards the light is pure idiocy

And striving towards that purity that graces others so different from you

Is so futile

When you're born bad

Don't cry

Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.