I could see that he'd lost his mind He was holding a bloody serrated camp knife and he was running at me with crazed eyes screaming in panic "Now its time for all un-stoned to die!"
With my revolver This threat easily was ended with a head shot It was a close shave, I knew that I had no choice I had to get back to that cave
Once inside what I beheld defied all logic Miles of caverns filled with huge stalks of dank Chronic
Just like the vines that we saw on board our ship I had to know what was the cause of all of this As I went deeper the smell got more intense It defied all logic, nothing seemed to make sense
Countless hours passed as I hiked deeper into the pit That's when I heard a faint ghostly voice beckoning within my mind
I finally reached a magnificent chamber With a glass bowl levitating in the center It spoke
"I've been waiting for you to come to me The Weed smoking savior Foretold in the prophecy Obey my command The time has now come to smoke The forbidden Dank Now come forth. INHALE!"
Voice from the bowl......
My body began moving I struggled against it but I could not resist It was overwhelming I gave into its dank will
I put my lips On the glass mouthpiece And the bowl was lit When the smoke was entered my lungs I beheld a vision Of a world covered in Pot from the NecronomichronTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
