A little promiscuous thought. Bubbling to the surface of your mind like molten rock from earths core, It rises rises rises rises until it reaches the brim Then without any warning It erupts, and destroys everything. The ashy residue comes raining down cloaking the once green valley with blackness the melted rock moving like molasses down the hill turning everything that once was into nothingness. After the disaster seems over, Things will regrow from the madness Just waiting for the next eruption. Just need some way to control my volcano.