I am waiting,
a mountain of might,
A belly of molten rock,
roaring and burning.

I am working,
for the world's discerning,
of my heart's yearning,
am I not worthy?

I want her back,
I swear I am earning,
of my extinguishing darling,
who holds back the thunder and lightning.

I am about to erupt,
the testosterone is flowing,
the gates of hell are about to open,
You better be running!