UNQUENCHABLE THIRST
Disembodied eyes of unquenchable thirst,
soak red the Sun seared sands
in search of manifest destiny.
An oasis of ancient waste
lie just beyond passion’s grasp,
as avarice pleads for the corruption,
and assent of man.
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But hot blood boils cold,
even among souls of dishonor.
Thus, for a fleeting moment
immorality collides
with the soft caress
of elusive sanity.
Yet, stupidity prevails,
and the ancient dump
continues to win,
as the oasis consumes
with open arms,
the new waste
that now lies within.
But hot blood boils cold,
even among souls of dishonor.
Thus, for a fleeting moment
immorality collides
with the soft caress
of elusive sanity.
Yet, stupidity prevails,
and the ancient dump
continues to win,
as the oasis consumes
with open arms,
the new waste
that now lies within.
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