This marsh is vast
And littered with devastated corpses
What is this I see
Growing between these ribs?
Unnaturally robust boletus
Pores dripping and dusting
Scattered throughout the landscape
Pulsing bioluminescence
Shall I eat them?
What will happen?
Will I perish?
Or will I learn
Untold secrets
Ov the cosmos?
Its a gamble
Time to find out
Taste disgusting
Yucky fungus
Oozing droplets
No gag reflex
Capillaries
Bursting open
Psilocybin
Taking over
My pupils expanding
As my mind erodes
Taken back in time
To where the scene unfolds
Battlefield brutally bloodied
Corpses cast asunder
Fire rains from the heavens
Cannons sound like thunder
As my mind dies over and over
In the consciousness of every soldier
Their death becomes my reality
As phantom wounds consume me
As I emerge from a phantasmic fog
I find myself immersed in the bog
Death surrounds me, the wind cuts like a knife
Suddenly I realize I must run for my life
Running, screaming, tripping
Hallucinations
Ov maniacal warfare
Where these bodies died
Ensnared in a gory fate
Blazing in my mind
Reliving their horror
Frozen deep in time
Released by this fungal atrocity
Bog body boletus
As I emerge
From this psychedelic haze
Scraped and tattered
With more mushrooms in my gaze
