Volcano
I erupt
Spitting fire in the air
Throwing melted rock without a care
Soon, my lava pours like a fountain
Now, I’m a very, very fiery mountain
Houses are burning, dry trees ignite
It’s now a vicious, heated night
My gases burn, my magma’s bright red
The lava keeps flowing farther and farther ahead
But then the heat dies, the land is soon calm
There are blue skies, near vegetation is now gone
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