When eagles fall,
By the great wind of the east,
Man will know,
All will be deceased.

The great fungus,
Has taken its toll before,
With the pilgrim state,
Just being one of its spores.

The world did not need,
The great amanita and its creed,
But ignorance has taken its toll,
And caused us all to bleed

Our forefathers have warned us once,
Our forefathers have warned us twice,
And it didn’t take much,
For them to do it thrice,



But we didn’t listen,
We didn’t care,
Until we saw a spore land,
Right in times square.

When reason caught up with us,
It was too late,
because the few who survived,
have been overwhelmed by fate.