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Stupid
Stupid,
What kind of frivolous past time
Is climbing a dumb intrigue
To peer down into a hole of fire
You know what a volcano is, don't you
It is where God keep his anger
It is where the earth's heart
Churns into fire
You see I do not mess with things
That have mess like that in them
We are too hung up on the ego
Wait until you stand before the altar
Stupid
A volcano is just hole in the ground
A hot hole for venting pressure
A hot rock
Like a frozen frame when the camera shut
And trap us
Motionless in the motion
Of silly coming and going, going and coming
Around the rim of deep frustration.
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