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PELE
The ground is harsh and black beneath my feet
Like broken shards of glass, the stone
In frozen, ropy waves of rock
A red and boiling molten river
Across the steaming, bubbling earth
Winds throught the burning blackness
Like a serpent’s fiery tongue
Pelè
Crackling inferno in a night deeply black
A red plume of steam, backlit by the lava
Rises from the ocean, a hissing, bloodred cloud
A cut in the darkness breaks open the earth
Melt-stone drips to sizzle on the ground
Shrouded in blackness, the soul of the mauna
Painting destruction with the fire of her hands
Pelè
The furnace consumes, the night blotted with sulfur
The cleansing and burning is the fire of your blood
The mountain your plaything, you sculpt it like clay
You face in the lava is laughing
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