Chronolith

Stoned, as stoned as the builders of this bud-bastion must have been

High, so high, so high, high above the summit circled calmly be green clouds

Smoke, the smoke is drawn forth from the buds of inner earth

Deep, deep beneath the core burn their coals, primordial nugs

Be not afraid, such sticky plants

Thought extinct, these buds allwarmly pulse with subtle life

Ascend the winding steps, ancient monument

Built by old gods, here as a symbol of their mastery

Do not fear, forbidden plants

Seen as divine, these buds all swell to the tune of the Chronolith

Climb, you can climb to the top, you're so high you may prefer to jump and die

Freak, freak the fuck out as the earth begins to shake

The earth slowly shakes

Smoke billows forth from the Chronolith, calling forth the end of your universe

Dark clouds, pummeling blackness, its stench comes thick into the night air

Fear not these clouds they do not maim

But beware, these potent herbs excite the brain