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The Holy Smoke of Olidammara...
On billows of black smoke my soul is lifted.
Lifted to the depths which comprise His domain.
Inhale the intoxicating essences of the Laughing Rogue.
Deny your Oerthly link and shed your body.
All pain is irrelevant, for here there is none.
Mind overcomes body.
Mind becomes body.
All that matters is to be with the Trickster.
Returning to being is an eventuality.
And to join Him again, a necessity.