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Sand and ash swirl all around
Wild and chaotic without a sound
This storm seems normal but
Somethings not right
Even in the face of danger
There is no fright
Suddenly a voice begins to say
You are witnessing birth and not decay
At the center of the storm a light takes shape
Making copper and gold from the sandy landscape
The voice explains creation is at hand
A soul is being born for this desolate land
The gods don’t start from a mothers womb
Instead rise up out of a desert tomb
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