SECRETS OF THE SOUL - 8
VESUVIUS
I seek the secrets of the soul,
As I feel the throbbing in my head,
The pressure builds, ready to burst,
The serpent uncoils and spews its venom
Whilst Vesuvius erupts angered, woken
From his deep slumber, smouldering,
Pours his wrath down the sides,
To engulf and burn away,
The remnants of my decadence,
As he simmers and settles down,
The rumblings deep inside subsides,
Only the dullness of the ache remains.
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