In special one volcano
Like exile dwells arcanum
And noone there enter
Short way to planet center!
Dark precipice is holy
Don't desecrate it boldly
In awe let's stand and stare
At nature void, hot flare.
If gore of earth is boiling
Then quakes are heartbeat throbbing.
We're made of clay, weak, mortal
And don't deserve such headquarters
Of verity, of order,
And should never trespass the borders.
Volcano
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