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Schistocerca Gregaria
The open dusk squelches
Torch readiness in hand
The roll of an old wave
Teaches steadiness on a dither land
Cicadas follow grounds to blearly for a knave man
Ah yes,
But you get along, carry on
Set foot on their sacred path
Thick haze forces a desert upon you
A blinding white shot down to the very ground
A cruel illusion mastered, you'll never be found
Crippling all five senses try to find your way out
These bugs have fun
Changing scenery, changing route
The voice inside a whisper,
Your thoughts a broken record
"Focus, remember, push forward"
"Focus, remember, push forward"
"Focus, remember, and push forward"
The ultimate goal: To grasp hidden treasure
To command the great find
Sensing a change in weather
Elements morph out of line
Done with their tricks and fix
The swarming buzzing locusts
Become one almighty enchanter
Who vanishes you into the foreign sands
Who has stolen the hood of man kind
