Tube of the Resinated

Stoned, as stoned as the builders of this bud-bastion must have been High, so high, so high, high above the summit circled calmly be green clouds Smoke, the smoke is drawn forth from the buds of inner earth Deep, deep beneath the core burn their coals, primordial nugs Be not afraid, such sticky plants Thought extinct, these buds allwarmly pulse with subtle life Ascend the winding steps, ancient monument Built by old gods, here as a symbol of their mastery Do not fear, forbidden plants Seen as devine, these buds all swell to the tune of te Chronolith Climb, you can climb to the top, you're so high you may prefer to jump and die Freak, freak the fuck out as the earth begins to shake The earth slowly shakes Smoke billows forth from the Chronolith, calling forth the end of your universe Dark clouds, pummeling blackness, its stench comes thick into the night air Fear not these clouds they do not maim But beware, these potent herbs excite the brain

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The skies grew black in Richmond The clouds came suddenly, in thunderous wakes the herald of slaughter An oblong hole a mile long A portal to nowhere? Or perhaps a portal to putrescent party-foul Water spills forth, billions of tons, out from the sky, people running for their lives Drowning in fear, sickening stench, unable to breathe bong water, beer, and piss Water spills forth, billions of tons, out from the sky, dead bodies floating open-eyed Drowning in fear, sickening stench, unable to breathe bong water, beer, and piss Bongwaterlogged corpses floating Twisted dead faces are bloating Gross Senselessly submerged Sick Mummies reemerge Contaminated mass of murdered funky-smelling zombies murmur Objections to their new form And other bodies bob above the lurid sea of gruesome gore Victims of resin storms Shuddersome, the mutants come in droves they swim through weed-like scum Fluids used to transform Flesh turned green like some bad dream, aquatic beasts and fearsome fiends Water spills forth, billions of tons, out from the sky, people running for their lives Drowning in fear, sickening stench, unable to breathe bong water, beer, and piss Water spills forth, gajillions of tons, out from the sky, dead bodies floating open-eyed As mutants some survive, even then not alive Human life to deprive, liquids are pushed inside Mummified in bong water

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A fake bag of grassis what you've gone and sold "Legal Herbs" mixed with under-couch discovered mold Mail-order crap, we could tell it right away But the mold has made us murderous and now you'll have to... Pay for it, bet on that Scream for it, eat my shit Our cash as well as your stash After the beating we rip you limb from limb Limb from limb, seed and stem, shitty friend weed I'm sure you've made worse mistakes in your life Try and tell that to this rusty axe and butcher's knife Come to your house and strap you into bed Hideous torture, you'll be begging for your death Squirm in disgust, scream if you must Hope for you is lost, and all at what cost? Cut out the tongue, spiked bat is swung Groin has been smashed, mouth and cheeks have been slashed Rip the jaws, pack fake pot into the mouth, then light it up Hold him down, smoke it now, getting stoned? I think so Smoke the weed out of the living head Brain resin shall leave you undead Torturous justice served and coughing heard by disposal of the baggy Destroyed ironically, another shitty dealer gone and off the streets Torturous justice served, revenge is earned by disposal of the baggy Violent maimed, now dead, he took a 1/4 pound of that fake shit to the head Justice served and coughing heard by disposal of the baggy Destroyed ironically, another shitty dealer gone and off the streets Torturous justice served, revenge is earned by disposal of the baggy Violently mained, now dead, he took a 1/4 pound of that fake shit to the head

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

"Just one hit" at the first is what they told me, Here it is only 2 days later, now behold me. I have been changed so that I see the world Through eyes that are green. Supreme obsession, weed Has made me a fiend. My pot addictien cannot be broken, Every bud I see now must be smoken. I have changed so that I see the world, Through eyes that are green. Supreme obsession, weed Has made me a fiend. I've smoken away the last of my free will. Needing weed has driven me to kill, Beating up the wussies, Beating up the pussies. I take the weed out from their clutches, out from the hands of the weak. Then I roll the deed into a box of dutches, stoned satisfaction. Every bud smoken, these cravings are enslaving me, weed frenzied reality, Every bud smoken. The drugs of other are best, now I need some more, you're bag is next! I need a new supply, I've ravaged everyone I know gets high, I smell you're weed. You hear me cry, now there's bigger fish to fry. (Weed hungry growls and screams) Every bud smoken. I'll give it one last hoorah with agression that is raw. There is that mustached cop that I saw! My thirst has been unleashed, time to feast. On the pot at the station of police!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

If all stoners go straight to hell, then I guess I'll get to smoke with Satan, himself Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world Kept to himself a habit that his country can't afford, criminalization Smokes on the weekends and at parties or with babes Eventually he gets ratted, is arrested but gives no names Beat to shit by the cops, a monster for his love of good pot Dragged into the court of law, soon he'll be sentenced and probably left to rot Whatever punishment the judge decides There will be no laughing, no stoned high-fives His life will be ruined, his spirits run weak A thoughtless verdict, the judge begins to speak I'd say you've earned one, sentenced to burn one Now it's high-time you've learned, son You're choking, catch that feeling, for a minute, of toking Poisonous strain provoking Circulatory system is seething And now you are slowly ceasing to keep control of your breathing This sentence takes on new meaning Execution witnessed, family's grieving Judiciary system's deceiving, disgusted jury, head attorney's heaving Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world Now you have been targeted by policies absurd Stop, you cannot, for the right and wrong they must discern They're sending you to gas chambers, it's just as you deserve Fooled to the end, no one knows once again To your death you are sent, terror is what is meant Government conspiracy, lethal dose of THC Revolting, head explodes yet the body's still convulsing Like the roach that he is by merely dying drug-free world indemnifying Because they can, there's no way to fight the man New world order type of plan Results are achieved through their lying, police spying, genocide they are implying

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Into the wilderness, I found myself powerless At the hands of this antiquated artifact, thought obsolete I had uncovered it, container of obscurity Archaeological findings, increased heartbeat I chose not to speak of it, hid it away in my toolkit A simple tin containing petrified hash It took my breath away, inexplicable mental sway Soon my affection would grow unabashed I must protect you at all cost None comprehend, hash in a tin, my best friend Addicted to hash in a tin, prepare to commit the ultimate sin Murder for the false god before you I'll murder for you, hash in a tin, master You have no choice I hear the tin's laughter Waiting until the rest go to sleep I sharpen my shovel to kill in deceit Go to sleep Unleash my bud-thirsty devotion Decapitate excavation team in sleeping state A brutal weapon as it is, this shovel sure is killing great The blood, it splatters on my face, all their lives I must erase Kill for me Yes indeed Make them bleed As you command me Bodies mangled, torn apart Teeth removed for no one to know Dig them graves or leave them to burn A taste of hash I think that I've earned I'ts about time you reward your humble slave No! I'm not to be passed around I don't want to sell you, I just want to smoke you You can't do this to me Let me hit that shit Now I realize what has happened here That hash, it didn't talk to me I'm just a pothead archaeologist With a homicidal urge to chill

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Beneath the summer skies I gaze upon the passing of the sun, the daylight dies Remote this wilderness, I pack myself a monster of a bowl behind the veil of mist Vacation here in Canada, I came to see the northern lights and I came here for the buds To pass this time in solitude, and to clear my head A clear and eerie sky, there's an opening in the clouds, the stars are shining brightly From beside a lake I watch, for the dancing Northern lights, I spark the pipe, to get feeling right But the THC tears into me Not so fine, but the bud is kind, and the lights I find Now I know I'm high because lights fall from the sky No one can hear my cry The burn in my eyes, clouded vision, psychedelic surprise All around me the lights make their advance Like a great green ghost Stellar stalker, unfamiliar cosmic host Fucked with northern lights, madness, paranoia, fright Fucked with northern lights, this fancy bud ain't so tight I fail to scream but my body's being entered by this thing Glowing green orbs flight, I'm really getting fucked tonight Paralyzed with fear the northern lights appear If I'd known it'd be like this I'd have settled for a beer Northern lights, I spark the pipe, to get feeling right But the THC tears into me Not so fine, but the bud is kind, and the lights I find Now I know I'm high, I have now lost my mind

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Waiting in the woods, our perfect victims await us Not knowing and relaxed, their blood will run cold with the bud seed With pruning shears drawn, we stalk without emotion To see the fear in their eyes, and yet to know not of their true worth Chop up the hippies, boil the blood and leave no parts behind Offer the flesh unto our master, on the altar the plant demands a sacrifice Sacrifice, of blood and gore, to fertilize the seed inside With candles lit in little time the vine begins to grow Above the blood-soaked weaklings, its arms are spread apart Leaves all unfolding, proud and mighty plant Our avatar grows skyward, upward and out through the ceiling Grabs onto the power lines, it shows its face It kills for weed to smoke, bud blood-soaked, it leaves no stoners stoked To make it strong, most weedy one, devouring grass, the plant demands a sacrifice Without thought, heads left to rot, bud-monster red-eyed beast Enjoys the gore, always craving more, minion of Satan, the demon is left to feed To make it strong, most weedy one, devouring grass, the plant demands a sacrifice Without thought, heads left to rot, bud-monster red-eyed beast Enjoys the gore, always craving more, minion of Satan, the demon we have freed Massive growth

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Self-contained environments, where shut-ins live their worthless lives Here you did awake, meant to gaze upon their sloth They remane unaware as you pass and watch the pathetic routine to which they all adhere This is the gallery of Stupid-High Marijuana museum, exhibits of death Behold this gallery of Stupid-High Tremble comprehending the visions of this artist What he has created is a drooling brain dead horde This vast corridor displays hundreds of retards watching TV screens All quite similar, but no two are the same Like nihilistic paintings by a single artist, both brilliant and insane The subjects set in living rooms, no desire to escape Imprisoned by their own freewill, demented sculptures are their state Unknowing, under lock and key, no escape for them is left Couches, bongs and buds are this gallery's decor The smell from the gallery, the stink of human waste and pot You face the sordid nature of stoners on display See the addicts through the looking glass, they think of nothing for their brains are mush Witness brutal exploitation of potheads in decay

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025