The middle of the Sahara..
So desolate, longing for the white light
perfect world torn apart reality like a blow to her fragile face
Tears stream Hot as hells flames
she screams for her Savior in pain
the wind is growing fierce blowing her hair so it looks like serpents in the air
the chains at her feet tear into her flesh Mixed RUST BLOOD AND SAND
enabling her to run free
Her heart screams to her savior
she is being mocked, for her chains and bound to a CROSS
The DEPTHS of her soul scream for her Savior
Her fear overcoming her,creeping up her neck like chills,She SCARED he won\\\'t hear her.
Finally all is silent and still except for her heart barely beating. Her EYES don\\\'t blink, their frozen looking BLANKLY up toward the sky
She no longer screams for her Savior She lets the earth EMBODY her
Embody her in RUST BLOOD AND SAND!
