Volcanoes opening their fiery
Mouths
Spitting red blood of fire-lavas
Sizzling
Towns under the tsunami lavas
Street by street sinking
Lights go out; black outs prevail;
And people in the streets
Flee
From street to street
As ants.
Dies irae, dies illa!
The time has come
Final:
Descent, extinction, genealogy,
Dynasty melt with the fire-lavas.
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