The Pentacle Decision

I was rudely interrupted by white people, But it was there dream of the 420, A place that pacified everyone on the path of discovery, A place where even Hitler survived, Sharing input that we all could use to define, I was on the battlefield of Narnia, A place of routine cycle, Mother nature's way of keeping this place a fight though, I like it but the whites called it hell, So they said drop weapons and tell, Tell the tale of the immortals, I did, Dammit man my Astral body is in a plain, Only cowards have existed, This isn't sain whoever had wished, Suffering is a way to recreate a lost flame, In doing so we create energy we can use to even revitalize a brain, I'm telling you I've worked everyday and I can still dream, But it took sacrifices that I cared about, Because life has to be mean, I'm talking true disappointment that I lived in and shame, To still become Damien on the other plain, Go into the mirror and stare at your core, Then stare into your eyes if your not alive, Be patient a little more.