The Desert of Ancient
I am but a simple traveler, who is of no nation, no rights and no religion. I scan this desert in
search of many truths. Some will fall and others will rise all and all I shall find out through the
times. The camel taunts me with his water and the vultures sing a song of sweet death. The
rebels of Arabia ride in through the deserts on their horses killing and raping as they go. Their
creed is on of which has no soul. The helicopters fly where the chariots charged and the
Persians fell where the rebels take their last breath. As the sun shines it blinds me with its light
hiding from me the death of a nation and reveals a birth of a new. The utopia of this land will
stand, its towers made of steel. Its God shall be worshipped throughout all the lands. These
deserts of ancients have seen much blood, they still do to this day. I hear the ere music in the
background it plays with my ear and as i turn to see it, there it is. The tower of Babel in all of its
glory. It fills my spirit with hope and despair and I become torn in two. What shall I do? Embrace
it and be saved of this damnation or turn it way and rot in the deserts for eternity? I hear its
drums they echo through the times. It is calling I must go for it's thirst I must quench, mine is of
no importance.
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