I walk into the desert of time.
The grass hath died a long while ago.
My feet leave a limited track as i journey.
The heat is massive.
The wind is fantastic.
I cannot call this home.
I can only journey forward.
Seeking a new life, beginning anew.
No money in my pocket.
No gold to socket.
Just hope and prayer to keep me going.
I am the peacher and the word be thy God's command.
I need a place to search out and cut apart the evil.
No one shall be left out of the light.
My staff my friend's.
The bible... a book that was written by hand.
