Everyone dreams in this small ol’ town,
one settled at the bottom of the mount.
I can only look down through this path
counting the days until it’s last…
They swear I’m about crazy;
keep bringing gifts to “calm” me.
I can’t do anything here…
Warnings I do always give
before the mount blows again.
There’s nothing I can do if they ignore
the ground rumbling under their home.
A thief? Sure, I won’t deny.
But I’ve never liked claiming a life!
Yet again, I whisper a small prayer…
I can’t know or care where this path leads,
y’learn to ignore this after an age.
At the end of the day, this volcano
will take back what it’s owed.
All that’s allowed and is right?
My volcano will destroy by tonight.
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