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