in this desert landscape I made my home, alone this was all I'd ever had and this was all I'd ever truly wanted no oasis to take shelter in chaos was the only thing I could rely on in the deserts, a spice is available so venerable, the spice is insatiable it feeds on the water in the atmosphere and leaves you thirsting, in your fear you drink your own sweat from a sleeve it doesn't let you forget what you need to survive in the harsh clime around you yet people's greed for spice confounds you and you've become solitary in your sight they're grand on the surface, hollow inside you shiver in the cold of a thousand Suns where man feeds man by the sound of a gun and yet they surge towards the spice worms and yet they merge, one herd of caterpillars seeking what they can afford of the spice running when a worm comes to take a price In this desert, I've made my home I don't need anyone, I go it alone I know my destiny is to rise Become a worm and find my own price you work with the people in order to survive together, you keep each of the team alive keep three eyes open for a knife in the back sleep with one eye open waiting for attacks from enemy camps who want your loot yet no one pauses to look for the truth and you bide your time with your truth inside when the worm and you saw eye to eye you saw a prophecy in its cavernous mouth the beast stopped before going around either it saw its worst fear deep within you or knows you'll one day become like it too a creator of the spice that keeps them alive who know not how to spend their lives just taking pleasure from loving one another when they see what they want, they cower and enslave themselves to another's nature for one more touch of a magnificent creature till you dig into the sands and find yourself and become a worm that spawns a universe *no copyright infringement intended*