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 things mechanically terrifying and satiny glorious. Sprouting waxy wings, soaring into new unrealities searching-always searching 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 mind he's cracked the shadow of this mushroom God I fear that after his great mind expansion there will come a greater mind contraction. His softening mind slipping into a jagged rabbit hole. Meanwhile a million holy books are garnished with coffee ring halos and the stench of miracles ignored.