Go into the sand, cell-phone in hand, but with no bottled water Big Sun-I praise you, the only one that can k** me with pa**ivity Lavaging, as you pour down invisible d**h tentacles of no mercy Blood rushes to my head My knee hits the hot earth The heat-it burns!!! My pores, Blood boils- Skin peels as you.... DIE!!!!!!!!! This adventure I regret as d**h tears into me from above My body-now a well I've abandoned for modernity This cell-phone can't save from the swelling dunes that wait to cover my charred corpse My flesh cooks-insipid, and is ripped apart by vultures From severed eyes I take a final look into the sky Radiance blinding as it gives-and now takes YEAH!!!!!!! Will they miss me Monday morning