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Meditation

Incense filled hut

Gather strength

My last day

Prepare the tea

Of the sacred organism

Consume

Burn inside

I fight against this wretched earth

Don the ceremonial armor

Axe in hand

Too late to turn back

My fate is sealed

The substance takes effect

I will become death

The cycle continues

Feed the violence

I fight against this wretched earth

All these years my purpose is now clear to me

No mind clouded by doubt and empathy can prosper

I have become death and I will sow its seeds

Upon the battlefield of this earth

Psilocybin Ritual Combat