Volcano, Volcano, Volcano

I stand up and worry about a volcano. 

I hear bubbling lava eager to burst. 

Lava sprinting along the narrow stream. 

Seconds to react, heart abruptly pounding in fear. 

I feel extreme heat about to bite me. 

Too fast for me to even scream. 

I touch this monster, too intimidated to come closer.

I see this monster's lava about to submerge me in seconds.

I smell foggy, burnt, black, smoke drifting into the sky.

Volcano, volcano, volcano.

It erupted in 

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BOOM!