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I rest for a moment placing her head down

On precarious corpse of a torn apart,

a torn apart beast!

I do not know who or where or why

we are

Running for far too long

we are

Running for far too long

we are

Running for far too long!!!

I lay down exhausted on the burning sand

All I want is to meld with the coarse grains

Scrub the smell of death and blood

from trembling limbs...

I lay down

...On the burning sand

I lay down

...on the burning sand

...on the burning sand!

But the risk of capture's great...

But the risk of capture's great...

But the risk of capture's great...

But the risk of capture's great...

...On the burning, burning sand...