Experiment In Horticulture

Waiting in the woods, our perfect victims await usNot knowing and relaxed, their blood will run cold with the bud seedWith pruning shears drawn, we stalk without emotionTo see the fear in their eyes, and yet to know not of their true worthChop up the hippies, boil the blood and leave no parts behindOffer the flesh unto our master, on the altar the plant demands a sacrificeSacrifice, of blood and gore, to fertilize the seed insideWith candles lit in little time the vine begins to growAbove the blood-soaked weaklings, its arms are spread apartLeaves all unfolding, proud and mighty plantOur avatar grows skyward, upward and out through the ceilingGrabs onto the power lines, it shows its faceIt kills for weed to smoke, bud blood-soaked, it leaves no stoners stokedTo make it strong, most weedy one, devouring grass, the plant demands a sacrificeWithout thought, heads left to rot, bud-monster red-eyed beastEnjoys the gore, always craving more, minion of Satan, the demon is left to feedTo make it strong, most weedy one, devouring grass, the plant demands a sacrificeWithout thought, heads left to rot, bud-monster red-eyed beastEnjoys the gore, always craving more, minion of Satan, the demon we have freedMassive growth