Illusions of calm, stillness, calm, stillness; trendy.
Images of steel gray skies
Seemingly Immovable
Look close enough and you will see the steam bubbling beneath the
thin skin
Fever Lake
A volcano gathering her wings to burst forth
The heat is soon searing, and skin is slowly peeling
Vulnerabilities surge to the fore
Then comes exposure, shells peeling
Boxed in, earth gives way
Nothing to lose, everything to lose, everything to lose
Salvation is now a myth
Running leads right back to where she began
The smoke stings, and there's a bloodbath of tears
Earth is trembling, stability is more illusion with each moment
Every face reflects inevitability and incredulity
Eventually, unable to run
Surrender becomes the only option
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