The churning of colliding winds conjures up colossal storms. The light, so bright and blinding: His spirit alternating forms. Projected through the crimson clouds, through endless stars and space; Our Lord returns to signify the ending of this race.
For those who pass His final Judgement, a boundless wonderland awaits; Accepting God, into their hearts – gaining entrance to the pearly gates. But for those who succumb to deadly sins, for those whose hearts with evil swell, A perilous path is pellucidly paved, an eternity to rot in Hell.
Marijuana is a beauteous, flowering wonder. So spectacularly high, endlessly I ponder. A combustion of plant matter, and a chief chemical compound. An elevation of the senses - touch, taste, sight, and sound. And last but not least, of course there is smell. Such bliss to my nostrils, I'm further compelled.
Every muscle is relaxed, a goofy smile upon my face. Exploring foreign galaxies - the inner depths of outer space.
Labeled as an addict, straying from the pack. Calling everyone I know, looking for a sack. Not that it is needed, but it...