I brought my soul to the desert

I brought my soul to the desert

to dry it out

desturate my longing

and crack my doubt

I don’t know what this place is all about

but I came here for a reckoning.

The perfect kind of barren

a wind that takes

my worn out fear

unhinges the gates

that have held me in while desire waits

yes, I came here for a reckoning

on a naked hill

the sun violating

no refuge to speak of

no chance of it fading

I watch as my poison is evaporating

oh, I came here for a reckoning.

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