The sandy land that I thrive in
Is barren of love
Each grain of sand
Is a life I wish to take
This place is my home
My birthplace
My only sight.
Motherless I am.
Born from hate
And the heat of a desert
A demon that changes me
Into a living Hell
A child I may be
But a beast I am.
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Author:
Winter light (Pseudonym) (
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