And it spreads it roots, far and wide
Sends it down, low and deep
Buries its teeth in a snarling bite
Deep in my soul and in my heart and being

And it grows and it grows and it grows
And it feeds and it feeds and it feeds
Till I'm spent and a shadow and a husk
Of strife and disease
On the lush green foliage of my trees
On the flesh of my soul and body

The tentacle of lust,
The seed from which all evil arises
The seed which contains all the evil in the world
Infinite worlds which can be recreated again and again
Even when the visible existing is eradicated and obliterated
Whole universe is contained
Can be invoked/created again and again