| Wipped in the eye by the sand
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| Malicious have light of day obscured
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| The sun has burned my skin
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| Open wounds are licked by sand
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| To be punished by this vortex of scorn
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| Wrists and ankles are chained upon this land
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| Drawn through the desert to be their sacrifice
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| So this is my Golgotha
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| So this is my grave
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| The thieves, the liars, the hypocrite scum
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| I’d slay them all if only I could
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| The endless sand, the blackest land
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| A cyclone of spinecrushing anger
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| Meant for me
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| The overlords of the desert
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| Not one was meant to be
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| All human force now flee
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| Rules of anatomy lost
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| Rage into the extreme |