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It's rumbling below One blastoff from volcano Hot things, land, above So hot to cook a chicken Or burn everything in path
I could see it in your blue eyes, nothing much but hate No love,just spite hidden behind those things you call eyes. Your words spit out as lava, filled with deadly venom. I knew you once, and this thing you called love
Deep within the earth’s core A pool of magma dreams to soar Beyond the darkness Because although this pool is very bright ---- It is only their own light --- And they want more They crave more
Red lava flows from fire-breathing beasts While ashes bury mouths, gasping for air. Remote clutched close, I stare at each deceased And blink my stinging eyes in silent prayer.