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.
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