| Stoned, as stoned as the builders of this bud-bastion must have been
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| High, so high, so high, high above the summit circled calmly be green clouds
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| Smoke, the smoke is drawn forth from the buds of inner earth
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| Deep, deep beneath the core burn their coals, primordial nugs
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| Be not afraid, such sticky plants
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| Thought extinct, these buds allwarmly pulse with subtle life
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| Ascend the winding steps, ancient monument
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| Built by old gods, here as a symbol of their mastery
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| Do not fear, forbidden plants
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| Seen as devine, these buds all swell to the tune of te Chronolith
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| Climb, you can climb to the top, you’re so high you may prefer to jump and die
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| Freak, freak the fuck out as the earth begins to shake
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| The earth slowly shakes
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| Smoke billows forth from the Chronolith, calling forth the end of your universe
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| Dark clouds, pummeling blackness, its stench comes thick into the night air
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| Fear not these clouds they do not maim
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| But beware, these potent herbs excite the brain |