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Sand Blast 3 Land of the Lost
The storm passed as suddenly as it appeared.
The air still seemed thick and heavy, the sun returns
It's desert blaze, filtering through a sandy haze.
I checked through the abandoned city, water was
Again in my search, when I turn the corner, a
Large vulture was standing on his perch.
I'm the only visitor around and this massive bird
Jumps to the ground.
I envisioned him on a platter, like a Thanksgiving
Turkey, my stomach was churning and uncomfortably
burning.
His appearance was risky, not for me, I would feed
On him, he would not be given a chance to feed on me.
A covered well stood near, I find the water deep and
Clear, from a building nearby I, hear a baby cry.
I find a family gathered at a young woman's birthing bed
It was certain I was not alone, this place was that families
Home.
Two small children a boy and his sister looked astonished
To see me and said, "Where did you come from mister?"
"I came from the sea, I've lost my way, I venture into a place
To stay." I replied. Took a look at the children and mother
With Babe in her arms, I felt captured by their soft gentle
Charm.
The Father walks in from another room, his face was pale,
Displaying doom. He looks in my direction in a mournful
Sigh and tears trickle from his sad brown eyes.
(Seems I've found a family, a newborn son, two children
A husband and wife, in a remote place barely supporting
Life, to be concluded in part 4, what lies in store)
The storm passed as suddenly as it appeared.
The air still seemed thick and heavy, the sun returns
It's desert blaze, filtering through a sandy haze.
I checked through the abandoned city, water was
Again in my search, when I turn the corner, a
Large vulture was standing on his perch.
I'm the only visitor around and this massive bird
Jumps to the ground.
I envisioned him on a platter, like a Thanksgiving
Turkey, my stomach was churning and uncomfortably
burning.
His appearance was risky, not for me, I would feed
On him, he would not be given a chance to feed on me.
A covered well stood near, I find the water deep and
Clear, from a building nearby I, hear a baby cry.
I find a family gathered at a young woman's birthing bed
It was certain I was not alone, this place was that families
Home.
Two small children a boy and his sister looked astonished
To see me and said, "Where did you come from mister?"
"I came from the sea, I've lost my way, I venture into a place
To stay." I replied. Took a look at the children and mother
With Babe in her arms, I felt captured by their soft gentle
Charm.
The Father walks in from another room, his face was pale,
Displaying doom. He looks in my direction in a mournful
Sigh and tears trickle from his sad brown eyes.
(Seems I've found a family, a newborn son, two children
A husband and wife, in a remote place barely supporting
Life, to be concluded in part 4, what lies in store)
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Sand Blast 3 Land of the Lost
Sand Blast 3 Land of the Lost