Old Goat
Administrator
Call and response:
Leader: Who art we?
Flock: The Clouded!
Leader: What keeps us?
Flock: The Coil!
Leader: And what do we fear?
Flock: The Dry Hit!
Leader: Then vape, my children, vape!
Flock: A-ohm!
Now it’s your turn, flock.
Post your psalms. Write your haikus. Summon a foggy chant. Or just butcher a pop song into a hymn about cotton. The more ridiculous, the more divine.
Remember: this is satire, not scripture. Laugh loudly, vape proudly, and may your verses be ever clouded.
A-ohm.
Leader: Who art we?
Flock: The Clouded!
Leader: What keeps us?
Flock: The Coil!
Leader: And what do we fear?
Flock: The Dry Hit!
Leader: Then vape, my children, vape!
Flock: A-ohm!
Now it’s your turn, flock.
Post your psalms. Write your haikus. Summon a foggy chant. Or just butcher a pop song into a hymn about cotton. The more ridiculous, the more divine.
Remember: this is satire, not scripture. Laugh loudly, vape proudly, and may your verses be ever clouded.
A-ohm.