Jesus didn’t have no acid But someone must have been tripping When they talked about his walk across lake placid I may not be able to rise from the dead But I will use my head And every type of fungus I am fed To be a warrior for peace Powered by the energy of psychedelic release To fight violence with loving silence To end hate by helping people meditate To spread rationality, a logical morality To people of every nationality So we can peacefully share the same piece of reality
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