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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 **** 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 |
