The dead called out in anguish
From the dusty valley of desolation.
Amidst the shipwrecks in the sand,
Ribcage hulls stripped bare of flesh,
They lay, dry bones desperately thirsty.
Their own folly and pride was at fault
And bitterly now they see it all.
Their eyes saw only their own way
And they abandoned their fearless Captain,
But now they call for forgiveness,
A revival of soul and body.
And there, face down in the sand,
The dead were forgiven, their children saved.
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