i stood on the epicentre
feeling the vibes beneath
sensing the burning lava below
resting in the cradle of filth
the crust burst open
revealing an orange glow
rock spurt into the air
the heat seeping from beneath
the ashes greyed the sky
the vision blurred
the silence misinterpret to be the end
the rage yet again stirred
clouds descended - cold and black
devouring the mortal me
the bones were crushed
the blood drained
the agony terribly pained
the silence helped me smile
sufocated me to sleep
i sang my swan song
and passedd into a slumber-so very deep!
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wait for the lava to cool down,coz when it does,it transforms to a soft and hard pulp,which years later,turns to faithful resting surfaces.
its time to propel urself ahead of these years and get to the resting surface,like in a time machine!
let the heat and toughness be replaced by the Garden of Eden,and u'll live in paradise!!
cheers!!!
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