Empty Desert -



There is nothing left, 
the cattle are Dead 
The crops are gone 
Whatever there was has been looted. 

Explore the Evil Sun 
While we cross the desert 
Despite the weeping heart 
 Crackings on the land 
Droughts of the Rivers 
Dreath among the People. 

Thus the boundaries - 
They sing the old hymns 
 and they'll let the tears roll down 

They would hunt a mood among us 
Like hyena waiting in the dark 
Sniffing approaching to us, stealthily 
Crossing & blaming the empty desert. 


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