Desert Rat

No death is not the end

for we were born of dust

outside the world of man

even now time is on our side

although im just a desert rat

burning in the sand

blood blisters from our skin

cracks begin to form

but still there is time to mend

cold winds begins to change

tide begins to turn

washing over land

too late

rats have learned to swim

useless to resist

feeding on all men

now what you had is ours

the land again is pure

and you fertilize the flowers