From the earth's very core,
Simmering and boiling
And growing more and more.
The hollow shell that holds it in
Can't contain it all.
It spits and fumes and sputters
And the walls crumble and fall.
It wreaks havoc and destruction
With its very touch.
It has no guidance or control.
And it hurts so very much.
It matters not what's in its path
But pours over everything.
Both innocent and guilty
Feel the bitter sting.
It stalls and settles slowly
In a steaming, vile cloud.
Until, at last, its hunger
is satisfied and proud.
It hardens as it cools,
Into a lake of stone.
And I'm ashamed to call
this anger my own.
