I've stumbled and fallen  
into my own steaming vomit  
a thousand times
thinking even more
spewing fierce words
into wicked alleyways  
speaking brutal phrases
throwing nightmare dreams  
onto desecrated streets
my fumarole thoughts
nothing but lava and gas
escaping from a humourless world
nothing but terror and war  
so much ghoulish homelessness  
magnifying expanding vents
all these igneous molten plots
revealing inner dents   
we can't help but see
this disingenuous world
just trying to simply be
where streaming lava
live and breath and navigate   
steaming foolish vomit
seems to be destiny and fate 

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