Cloven hoof paws the earth baking the wide red sun
Oasis of the spirit the mirage water slakes the throat
Desert herd clusters against raking winds of dust
Burden of the pack beast groaning straps sway
Blood coursing down the valleys of history into future lakes
Sand washes and scours the superficial smooth
Sigils mark the simple core our anchor to history
Weathered stones stand sentry over the thrumming earth
Sacred dunes shift and sway with the voice of winds
Ancestral trails shifting and winding through hillsides
Our footfalls trace ourselves tripping over tribal roots
Honored vegetation precipitation lush trunks and leaves
The homeland nestled between the marsh and wastes
We teeter over the desolate quagmire bubbling
Our home is the balance between descication and decay

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