A Boil On the Skin of the World
A Boil on the Skin of the World
The surging power rumbles through
Molten rock it tends to spew
The lava flows though hidden veins
We cannot see until land strains
Rising like a boil on the skin
The inflammation building within
Pain and puss explode to relieve
The pressure below we cannot conceive
A carbuncle on the skin of the world
The pressure to burst, mountain tops hurl
The lava rising building from beneath
The powers of hell waiting to unleash
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