ú ú ú ú ú ú WúH
úIúTúE   SúA
úNúDúS ú ú ú 
ú ú úThe wise old men in the center of 
the village,Tell of a place where riches shin
e in the light,A place indentified by its dis
torted color,A region in the desert where the
 sand is white.This place can be reached by o
nly the pure,Where only the people without si
n may go,And once they reach that place of r
eward,The understand the purpose of life, th
ey finally know.Two young men sat and
 listened to the tale,Their eyes shone as th
eir greed sprouted,They were but thieves in 
this friendly town,Their sincerity, no one d
oubted.Together, they left on this difficult
 journey,They reached it after travelling th
rough many lands,They however forgot the one
 rule of entry,Alas, they perished in the re
gion of the White Sands.- WH
iTE SANDS[23.02
.94]- SNiPER
[GRiP/AD]