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  • I rage against a fate

    that cast me into a wasteland

    of sun-baked stone

    and shifting sands,

    a barren land

    scoured by arid winds

    that desiccate my soul.

    I rage,

    shout curses,

    shake my fist,

    refuse to see in the gathering storm

    my imminent salvation.

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