The Shores Of Lava

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I conquer the yellow cloud that circles my erupting volcano,
And float above the ashes that coat  a graveyard's sorrow,  
Screams that burst  a child from his mother's womb;
Designate the rhythms of my names,

My mightiness swims between the shores of lava,  
My glorious might grip the edges of the universe,
Never Question my endless prominence,
For I dominate the beat of your hearts,

You shall survive and vanish when I whisper to my angles,
To seize the soul from within your bones,
 drink from the blood of your veins,
hand them to me on golden plates,

though I tried to slaughter you,
and how many times I tried,
till I rested my corpse in yellow graves,
and pray for your visit.

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