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Three words.
**Je. Suis. Charlie.
We will remember this attempt to take away our rights of free speech. Yes we will.
Brad R Apr 2014
A little promiscuous thought.
Bubbling to the surface of your mind
like molten rock from earths core,
It 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.

— The End —