Sequoia Throne

There is a hidden vault awaiting the bravest of spelunkers to uncover secrets of the past Inside is something so sacred and unique it was worshipped as a deity I learned of it in History class previous to its revealing They call it the Sequoia Throne A leisure only offered to the wealthiest of souls A chair for kings with wooden bones That offers altered motives and beliefs to let it’s evil plans unfold It happened to my father once Swept him clean right off his feet Now he offers birdhouses as sacrifice to satiate its gluttonous needs The throne pardons all sins and answers prayers at a whim If you only knew the consequences of all that you unknowingly committed Start out with a plague of flies Donkey teeth for everyone Next is leeches in your bedsheets And drugs in every shot of rum Stay ignorant of growing trends Art isn’t where the money is Heart is where the art lives Struggle not to live bent Live to be content and write a passage at my passing Sign your name in blood If all you have is love for everything you’re crafting Lately I’ve been answering all the echoes that never made it Give a little something to someone to make their lives a little less fucked Figuratively tits up Literally shit’s tough Life is nothing less bruh Make a passive passing if they test ya Keep pretending that you’re the best and then you’ll best the rest and never feel stressed again