WASTELAND

A wasteland of deceit stretching for miles, as far as the human eye can see. The world spins in torment. Screams of the wicked pierce the very ears the creator molded with his hands. This desolate wasteland is a desert of chaos and confusion. Every soul stumbles through this place thirsty and searching for shelter. The sand scorches the soles of our feet as our naked bodies dehydrate. How beautiful the spirit is. Lying there in the sand my eyes catch a glimpse of holiness. A whisper in the dark. I stand to my blisteredfeet. My cracked lips begin to form words of praise and worship. Still the human eye is blind. The desert is forever but I'm guided. My foolish flesh stumbles but I know I'm safe. How beautiful you are even in this desolate place.

Shane Owens
10/12/99

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(fFLAMEe) (THE AFTER) (THE BOX) (THE UNSPOKEN) (WASTELAND) (BREATH)

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