They May Yet Live On

We fear they may yet be alive. All the sick-minded dead all those prone to evil, their essences not gone but still in our heads. We must take the good with the bad. If we are all the very image of Light then we are also that dark mirror that will not look at itself. In the before and after they reside yet, all those collective, collected, uncorrected, phantoms of ourselves. Fear not, a house can be fumigated, snakes defanged, swept out of sight, out of mind. Their energy converted. Those poisonous inmates of ours in time, will eat themselves.