Be careful what you grow in your garden.
The terror of a thousand creeds
Pandemonium, monster seeds
Where they came from, we don’t know
But this is how the legend grows.
Roots extend in fertile soil
For long thereafter we must toil.
Water them with tender care
But do not touch them, do not dare.
No one sees our garden here
A place of life or a place of fear?
These aren’t flowers, these aren’t weeds
All they do is feed and feed.
The sun beats down on our tired necks
Could it be that we’ve been hexed?
So strangely does this garden grow
They want food and we must go
To bring them things, warm and alive
So these monster seeds can thrive.
The maddened love of a thousand eyes
Feeding us such sweet, sweet lies
They won’t harm us cause’ they care
We have helped them. They’ll be fair.
But we are live things, sadly true
Could it be they want us too?
We nurtured them for hours and hours
But they’re not weeds or trees or flowers.
The horror in our minds and hearts!
We are merely human Marts
Here in their new feeding lair
They’ll consume us cause’ they care.