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- O'er shifting grey sands,
- I stalk softly.
- Through that glistening portal
- I did come into
- This sacred place.
- The fresh rolling dunes
- Rejuvenated once again.
- I heard the sound...
- That most holy clattering!
- It drew me from my slumber.
- This virgin expanse, its
- pristine absence of smell,
- Elevates my soul.
- But it is destined to become a tomb,
- Once again.
- An oppressing feotor,
- A putrid blanket, shall descend.
- Rank darkness will enter the once
- Untouched grains; their absorbance spent.
- A malicious shroud will grasp me by the throat
- And then I shall wonder...
- When shall the cycle begin again?
- The spindly, oblong ones;
- From which nutrients spring forth.
- I sit on my high perch,
- Awaiting their return,
- Exuding an aura of haughty indifference.
- But if they knew the truth,
- About how I sit here and pray,
- And hope that the filth will be banished today,
- That my owner will return;
- and swiftly clean,
- My dirty litter tray.
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