Left in the Desert

Once upon a time in a foreign landan island in the sea of a sea of sandinhale repulsive odours, an undeterminable scentis floating in the air in desolate wormland
The landscape inimical, rocks in shape of a gunplants as lush and vivid as a raisin in the sunno voices in this desert, no squeal, no wail, no gruna ghastly devastation a war would not have done
A ditch with lethal liquid of agonizing forceone drop of such a fluid inflicts mortal soresa handful of this liquor could kill eight feeding whoresfor most it means destruction, for one soul kind of source
Spiritualize this lurid atmosphereforget about all other things you used to dread and fearsense that certain menace impending here and thereif somehow knew the reason, no doubt, would cause great scare
Fare thee well, and if foreverthen forever, fare thee well
Hell paved with good intentions and all the rest is silencethough this sounds like madness, yet there's method in itcaught in a vicious circle for time got out of jointwhirling once for ever around galactic central point
Fare thee well, and if foreverthen forever, fare thee well