The evil nexus is a Volcano,
Erupting smoke and fire very oft;
Destroying gorgeous landscapes that we know,
And turning hard, arable land that’s soft.
Sometimes, it seems so indolent to look;
So, people build their habitats too near;
But when its lava, righteous men does cook,
It spreads around a psychosis of fear!
No one can put the volcano’s fire off!
It lives as long as people on earth live;
And smoke of granite, sulfur, it can cough;
To man and beast, lung disease, it can give.
God only tames this natural disaster!
Yet, prayers can bring solutions faster.
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