On a starved planet with a slow dying race An expedition to obtain Zeal has begun Entranced in decades of psychedelic sleep In the far reaches of space, a thirty year voyage has commenced
A forest of alien spores decorate the interior of the ship Creating overlapping shelves of exotic foreign shrooms Pods of slumber, mimic the layered strain
Each pod unique in design Enveloped by terrestrial hieroglyphs The scent of foreign fungus reeks pungent to The human senses yet calms the alien soul
Synthesis Not needed To thrive Xenogeneic Psilocybin Multiples From within The chilled Damp chambers Anxiously Awaiting To rise
Hallucinogens blanking the alien mind Strains of bacteria bask in metamorphosis Breeding hybrid strains, constantly strengthening Melting minds into stasis
A canvas of intertwining rods of cells Making residence of the stagnant air
Inhuman cyborg pilots the craft And feeds the cells watching over them Soon to grow into abominations Advanced molecules unknown to man
The emperor Preaches the Scriptures of a Foretold prophecy As ancient Alien Shamans use Psychedelics As tools to Become one With the Earths Mighty powers
Foreign color stream Illuminates Their window to the planets Perception stripped of all matter Revealing the paths to vitality