The cry of the tired and weary creatures
Can derange even the intellectuals
False alarm of these vexing adventures
Caused dangers particularly to the unconscious individuals.
The top was the only surviving way
Surprisingly uncalled vigor had been there
Oh, it was a miserable day
Where will people go – where?
Low tide sea witnesses claimed
Feared most eruption confused me
Panic and fear I proclaimed
Not only us – who couldn’t be.
Faults are faults even when realized
There is none of it to be praised.
-Jez-
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