I will not try to write anything significant, therefore, I will keep it simple-minded.

Upon the sands, the wind blew my mind,
My feet were weak, the heart of desire,
Was burning in flames, for the truth was alive,
Even my eyes were dehydrated, but my will was focused,
Although, I walked into oblivion, God was my pavilion,
As I stood still upon the rock, I realized I was free,
The thought of triumphing the desert, inspired Hope,
Once I was a lost soul, a dead man walking,
Now the strength reigns freely in my soul, I am now a wanderer,
With unwavering faith, my mind was freed from the deception,
The corruption of the core, the death that once lingered,
No more shall I be chained to the curse, for truth is medicine..

-Merica A Relic

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