The Sands whispers secrets, the Winds carries nigh,

A lone figure is sprawled beneath the bleached-out Sky.

The last woman living, a parched, cracked refrain,

With no one else giving, only she can take the pain.

No scarce sandy oasis shores, no mirage takes its untimely toll,

Just a fine long horizon, with no more stories to unfold.

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Her Canteen lies empty, a cruel, mocking friend,

As life slowly ebbs, reaching for its bitter end.

The melting glass surrounding, was as clear until the end,

Clearer than the human race that simply wouldn’t bend.

Sour, was the woman that suspended her longtime snap.

Sore, was the human that had managed without tact.

Beneath the sun's hammer, her resolve began to fray,

A flicker of defiance at the close of the endless day.

But deep in her spirit, a wellspring remains,

A strength forged in silence, defying the endless plains.

"John wake up you dumb fuck!"