Black Magic Mushrooms

Prince of flowers
Shelters under his shade
The emergent godhead

Decayed leaves under my feet
A path that winds through rowan trees

Leads to a forlorn dale
Where the hollow spruce thrive
Amongst the roots draining the soil
I feast on my sacrament

Serpent's eyes in abysmal space
Through suns I follow its tail

Skies crash down, stars engulf my soul
Earth trembles I drown in grime
Smothering I chafe the walls of this womb
Slowly dissolve into the 6D -Ra

I become the desert lore
All austere forevermore
Here I creep amongst spectral laws
Trying to recall what I was

Prince of flowers
Shelters under his shade
The entropic godhead