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In the heat of the desert

Captured in the triangle

Metamorphosing to take form

An inconsistent force

Whirling dust and sand

Breaking the shackles

I am free

The disturbance dissipates

A malignant entity forced upon our world

Craving to be real again

Inhabiting the mind of the mortal

A changing shape reaching for reality

From a place, empty of being

Struggling to be, "I am I".

A gaping wound in the wasteland

Created by mans curiosity

A crevice of despair

The abyss spreading its winds of plague

The demon of dispersion

Swirling senselessly

Escaping from it's host

A mirage made of sand

Is all that's left to see

I am free

The disturbance dissipates

A malignant entity forced upon our world

Craving to be real again

Inhabiting the mind of the mortal

A changing shape reaching for reality

From a place, empty of being

A changing shape reaching for reality

(reaching for reality)

From a place, empty of being

Struggling to be, "I am I".