It rumbles the very ground,
it shakes even the air.
Liquid fire comes racing down,
destroying all for which you care.
The sun vanishes behind smoke,
a deathly pal, a harbinger of what’s to come.
Ash falls like rain from the sky,
it to shall kill some.
Devastation is the mid-wife,
destruction is the child.
A force to be reckoned with,
never once to be considered mild.
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