Steadily slipping vulgar voices
And inticing images inside our
Young mind-mingling truth with
Worldy wisdom and error ever
Plaguing, pushing down doors that
Were only cracked momentarily...
Now open wide as we feed
From the outside in-Now Essence
Permeates our entire being as 
We feed off the images we are
Seeing for the second time or
Maybe the fourth, What we see
And hear determines the altitude
Of our hearts and souls-It's hard to
Control a monster once the demon
Is set a-loose, Truth is, many devils
Are allowed to roam free because
It's the minut influences we let in
That become huge problems in the end...

Gradual growing tumor traces,
Infests our entire being as
We transform to the images
Held dear in our minds...
Close both eyes and ears
To shape what we become.