Deep with in the earthly Core,
Out of sight, and out of mind,
The volcano bubbles,
Releasing pressure through safety valves
Yet they cast a shadow over Land,
Hot red Lather Bubbles away,
Magma, a liquid rock,
Sits in wait,
When the pressure too much,
It will explode,
Red hot lather now flows,
The Clouds of ash
The poisonous gas,
Killing mankind and all it knows,
Animals destroyed,
Houses towns burnt to the ground,
No light of day,
Now only ghost’s towns remain
The Deadly Volcanoes
There all the same
Just waiting to take
Our Earthly World Away
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