Mushroom God
Millions are bowing to a mushroom God.
Who guides them down paths of pyrite and blackness.
Minds falsely expanding into an unexplainable universe.
With mechanical elves and glorious things.
They're for that elusive something.
With the infinite textures of war and flavors of human suffering...
Who can blame them for at least trying.
I fear for my friend and his diamond-sharp mind.
He's cracked the shadow of this mushroom God.
I fear that after his great mind expansion...
There will be a greater contraction of the mind.
His softening mind slipping into a jagged rabbit hole.
Imperceptibly so.
Meanwhile, millions of holy books are garnished with
coffee ring halos and the stench of miracles ignored.
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