Voice Of The Bowl

I could see that he'd lost his mind

He was holding a bloody serrated camp knife

And he was running at me with crazed eyes screaming in panic

Now its time for all un-stoned to die!

With my revolver

This threat easily was ended with a head shot

It was a close shave, I knew that I had no choice

I had to get back to that cave

Once inside what I beheld defied all logic

Miles of caverns filled with huge stalks of dank chronic

Just like the vines that we saw on board our ship

I had to know what was the cause of all of this

As I went deeper the smell got more intense

It defied all logic, nothing seemed to make sense

Countless hours passed as I hiked deeper into the pit

That's when I heard a faint ghostly voice beckoning within my mind

I finally reached a magnificent chamber

With a glass bowl levitating in the center

It spoke

I've been waiting for you to come to me

The weed smoking savior

Foretold in the prophecy

Obey my command

The time has now come to smoke

The forbidden dank

Now come forth, inhale

Voice from the bowl

My body began moving

I struggled against it but I could not resist

It was overwhelming

I gave into its dank will

I put my lips

On the glass mouthpiece

And the bowl was lit

When the smoke was entered my lungs I beheld a vision

Of a world covered in pot from the

Necronomichron