My adored my dear, I pray you shan't ever conceive
Of the Desert Fear I face when my mind takes leave
Among the dehydrated abyss lay cattle skulls hollow
Bare soles step on rattle snakes avoiding shadows that follow
Death is less frightening contrasted to Life's common pain
The clouds still fume thundered lightening but mercy no rain
Penetrating sun ray breaks skin to inssure blood to boil
Budding cactus flowers still manage to bloom in raped dry soil
home home on the range
Where you can plead tumbleweed insanity claims
Where never is heard
A positive word
And Suicide is just an asinine game
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