I didn't dwell in Pompeii
But I dwell on its ruins
Piercing the dark veil of time
I find the story is the same
You run your race
Vesuvius will belch
And the next day's sun
Will see the city singed
Life extinguished
The remains standing ominous
Warning that fire and brimstone
Were not exhausted in the eruption
Billion tonnes of molten lava
Whirls under your feet
And all around you.
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