Volcanoes
Volcanic rain beneath the ocean floor sputs out
As the sponges wonder what the lava's for
A cannonball that casts out the eye
As skin separates from flesh
Suddenly the exposed, exacerbated skull loses its mesh
A careful entrapment of scarlet tears
That weave in and out of the quilt
Destiny developed him over the years
He promised that when the day was over
He would wish upon a four-leaf clover
Pyrotechnics played with his demons
As he courted his own semen
One wish granted brought him the dynamite
Another wish came true when he found fire
The last wish fulfilled his greatest desire
Off with his face forevermore
He used to wonder what was in store
As he sailed upon this sea of gold
Once upon a time he abandoned love
As he had been told
He used his hands to steer the ship
The salty brine of the ocean on his hands
He used to lick off his hands
Till the sun started to look insane
Deep inside a dizzying, hypnotic state
Suddenly the stormy skies could relate
As the sun vibrated towards him
The clouds moved closer and closer
He thought the second coming had arrived
So he quickly let go of his pride
He revved up the cannon
Then he lit the gunpowder
He thought a stick of dynamite would aid
The process of cutting through with the blade
So he struck a match and held it up to the device
Till he heard a big bang
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