And on the third day he rose
eyes red from creation
a sativa-induced resurrection
And though many searched for him
he was not there
he was already philosophy and smoke
Now, centuries later
millions roll themselves in his dogma
with hopes of getting high
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
And on the third day he rose
eyes red from creation
a sativa-induced resurrection
And though many searched for him
he was not there
he was already philosophy and smoke
Now, centuries later
millions roll themselves in his dogma
with hopes of getting high
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