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From earth’s deep bowels when flames spit forth
and thunder shakes the ground.
A seething mass of melted rock
is strewn for miles around.

When red grows dark and searing heat
has cooled, but all is torn.
The darkest doom lies on the land
with greyness all forlorn.

In moonlike scenes the earth has changed
its rocks now look like seas.
An envelope of fluid mass
instead of grass and trees.

Remember this, when earth decides
to let its voice be heard.
Not even Gods can change the path
that destiny preferred.

Ivor G Davies

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