Evil grows in people
In the dark basement of the mind
Sprouting up, rooting deep
Black fetid leaves
Pale translucent flowers
Veined with crisscrossed lines of scarlet
Framed with hungry starved shadows
Explosive suppressed rage hiding beneath a facade of good will
Rancid thoughts
Like the ambrosia and nectar of forgotten gods
Carried by Phobos and Deimos, pale fingered companions of Mars
In dark jars
Inlayed with gold and blue
To water this evil
To make it grow
Fear and Panic nourish the roots
