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And the rage comes again

Roaring rivers crimson-deep

Searing the remnants of arteries

Life-channels scarred with

The malevolence of magma.

Wave upon wave

A ceaseless, mercy-free tide

Lays waste to this land

Stakes its malicious claim and

Leaves with a hope-kiss.

And you with your soul stripped raw

Face cut with ribbons of salt

Unable to come to my aid

And bring to its knees

This invisible enemy of mine.