The magic mushroom curds
Make a bitter milky tea
That seeps into the body
To set the spirit free
The brotherhood are ready
Have answered its call
To make one mental entity
From the essence of them all
That roams about the Earth
In a type of time and space
Leaving their shells resting
In the sacred meeting place
Experiences shared
Answers to find
From the great power
Of the emerged minds
The magic mushroom fades
The entity splits[s
But the knowledge stays
In each composite bit
The meeting place is sealed
To next merging day
Each shaman of his tribe
Goes surely on his way
